“None, sir, at present,” was the reply.
“Dear me! how terrible! how very terrible! She was my oldest friend——” he could not find the strength to repress his grief—“my oldest friend! Oh, it’s awful, inspector, awful! The—the wickedness of it! She hadn’t an enemy.” He struggled for the control of himself. “What was it—robbery?”
“No, sir—nothing seems to be tampered with. Perhaps the murderer was startled.”
“When was it discovered?”
“This morning, when the maid brought in the tea. She says she heard nothing. She admits being a heavy sleeper.”
“And there is nothing missing?”
“Apparently not, sir. The drawers were locked, and the keys have not been interfered with. Nothing was disturbed, in fact.”
“Ah!” Mr. Todmorden was gradually getting back into his legal clearness of mind. “Has the girl looked carefully round to see if anything has disappeared?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Call her up, if you please, officer.”