“Someone moving around in the house?” Tragg asked her.

“Yes.”

“And you said you thought you heard someone moving, Mrs. Gentrie?”

“No. I heard Mephisto, the cat.”

“Yet you got up and got your husband to go downstairs?”

“Well, yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I was worried.”

“About what?”

“I thought that noise might have been a shot.”