“Well, sir, we’ve seen altogether six people: Jim, and Joe, and Tony, Mr. McGorry, Miss Derwent, and the Frinchman,” he replied, checking them off on his fingers.
“When did the Frenchman come up here?”
“Yistidy morning, sir; he said he come to see the decorations, and he come again about three; but he didn’t stay long. I warn’t a-going to have him hanging round here interfering!”
“Did any of his actions at the time strike you as suspicious?”
“No, sir,” acknowledged the foreman.
“And Miss Derwent; when did you see her?”
“I didn’t see her myself in the morning, but he”—with a nod towards one of the men,—“he saw her look in as she was waiting for the elevator, and in the afternoon she come right in.”
“Did she say anything?”
“Yes, sir; she said the paint and papers were mighty pretty.”
“When you saw Miss Derwent,” said the Coroner, addressing the man whom the foreman had pointed out, “what was she doing?”