"Nor the servant—what's her name? Sallie?"
"No. There wasn't any use in that. She's deaf."
"And you didn't call the janitor?"
"No. I wasn't very wide awake, and I didn't really attach any importance to it until after I saw her—dead."
"Um! Yes," murmured Carroll. "Well, then you went to sleep again.
What did you do next?"
"I awakened with a sudden start just before six o'clock. I had not set an alarm, though I wanted to get up early to do a little repair job I had promised for early this morning. But I have gotten so in the habit of rousing at almost any hour I mentally set for myself the night before, that I don't need an alarm clock. I had fixed my mind on the fact that I wanted to get up at five-thirty, and I think it was just a quarter to six when I got up. I was anxious to finish the repair job for a man who was to leave on an early train this morning. He may be in any time now, and I haven't it ready for him."
"What sort of a repair job?" asked Carroll.
"On a watch."
"Where's the watch now?" and the detective flicked the ashes from a cigar the reporter had given him. Daley was down in the jewelry store, interviewing the clerks while Darcy was on the grill up above.
"The watch," murmured Darcy. "It—it's in her hand," and he nodded in the direction of the silent figure downstairs.