The prosecutor stared at her blankly.
“Mr. Patrick Ives?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You could hear what he was saying?”
“No, sir, I couldn’t; it stopped as soon as I tried the door. I thought he was talking to the little girl.”
Mr. Farr continued to contemplate her blankly for a moment, and then, with an eloquent shrug of the shoulders, dismissed Mr. Ives, Miss Page, and the locked door for more fruitful pastures.
“Now, Miss Roberts, your duties included the care of your mistress’s wardrobe, did they not?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You are quite familiar with all its contents?”
“Oh, quite.”