He walked over to the window near the dressing-room and looked out.
"That is the window he must have entered by; he went out that way," explained Lady Glanedale.
"You spoke of a stepson," said Malcolm Sage. "He is a man, I presume?"
"He is twenty-three." Lady Glanedale elevated her eyebrows as if surprised at the question.
"Can you send for him?"
"Certainly, if you wish it." She rang the bell, and a moment later requested the maid who answered it to ask Mr. Robert to come immediately.
"Do you sleep with lowered blinds?" enquired Malcolm Sage.
"The one nearest my bed I always keep down; the other I pull up after putting out my light."
"Did you awaken suddenly, or gradually—as if it were your usual time to awaken?"
"It was gradual," said Lady Glanedale, after a pause for thought. "I remember having the feeling that someone was looking at me."