"I see. So you did not see the General again before he left?"
"No. Miss Dorland informed me later that he had had a heart attack."
"I am very much obliged to you, Mrs. Mitcham. Now I should like just to ask Nellie a few questions."
Mrs. Mitcham touched a bell. A fresh-faced pleasant-looking girl appeared in answer.
"Nellie, this police-officer wants you to give him some information about that time General Fentiman came here. You must tell him what he wants to know, but remember he is busy and don't start your chattering. You can speak to Nellie here, officer."
And she sailed out.
"A bit stiff, isn't she?" murmured Parker, in an awestruck whisper.
"She's one of the old-fashioned sort, I don't mind saying," agreed Nellie with a laugh.
"She put the wind up me. Now, Nellie—" he took up the old formula, "I hear you were sent to get some brandy for the old gentleman. Who told you about it?"
"Why, it was like this. After the General had been with Lady Dormer getting on for an hour, the bell rang in her ladyship's room. It was my business to answer that, so I went up, and Nurse Armstrong put her head out and said, 'Get me a drop of brandy, Nellie, quick, and ask Miss Dorland to come here. General Fentiman's rather unwell.' So I went for the brandy to Mrs. Mitcham, and on the way up with it, I knocked at the studio door where Miss Dorland was."