John’s voice was heard in the hall.
“Oh, Judge! Lily has fallen downstairs. I think it’s a faint, sir.”
“Pick her up,” said Whittaker.
John and two cops between them lifted her to the library couch.
Berry glanced at her.
“If the superstition that the object last beheld leaves its mark branded on the face I should say your Lily had been seeing things! Where has she been?”
“To the room of one of the guests,” Belknap said. “Perhaps we’d better take a look.”
But Lily opened both eyes and gazed glassily at the ceiling.
“Miss Romany’s stiffer’n a post,” she said.