The nurse and the maid had evidently not been far away, for the policeman now led them into the room. The maid was an exceedingly black negro girl, and obviously frightened; the nurse wore her trim uniform well; her face was calm and her eyes were level and serene; apparently long training in the hospitals had not been wasted in her case.
"What's your name?" inquired Dr. Shower, of the maid.
"Rosamond Wyat, suh," replied the girl. And, then, eagerly: "But, deedy, boss, I don't know nothing about this killing! I was back in that yeah kitchen, and——"
"Answer my questions, please," said the assistant coroner, severely. "You were present in the house last night?"
"Yes, suh. I done lef' dat man in. But that's all I know——"
"Had you ever seen him before that?"
"I declah I never did, suh! And I was mighty s'prised when he tole me he was Miss Ma'y's fathah. I never knowed she had a fathah."
"Did you hear nothing later? No loud talking—the noise, or shock of a fall?"
"No, suh."
The inquisitor now turned to the nurse.