“I did.”
“And why didn’t you notify someone immediately?”
“There was scarcely time. Mrs. Crawford did it for me.”
“Where were you when Mrs. Crawford screamed?”
“In Mr. Belknap’s room.”
“You had gone to tell him?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
“Had you heard anything on your rounds? The way trails didn’t cross last night beats everything.”
“I heard that rat in the library walls—you recall my mentioning him, Mr. Belknap? His teeth turn out to have been a tool called a gimlet.”
“Is this your pistol?”