“Was she in the habit of doing that?”
“No, not exactly in the habit—that was Pat’s task, but Sue is the most thoughtful child alive, and she had remembered that Pat wasn’t there.” Once more her eyes, loving and untroubled, smiled into Sue’s.
“Did you turn on the light, Mrs. Ives?”
“No.”
“Weren’t you going to take the fruit?”
“Oh, no; I am not a very good sleeper, and I saved the fruit for the small hours of the morning.”
“You were not able to see Mrs. Ives clearly, in that case?”
“I could see her quite clearly; there was a very bright light in the hall.”
“You noticed nothing extraordinary in her appearance?”
“Nothing whatever.”