"I felt the wind blowing through the hall," she said. "I came out to see where it came from."
"Had you been asleep?"
"N-no." (She was fully dressed, Burton noticed.)
"Had you been in your room long?" Ralston persisted.
"N-yes," she hesitated, with an involuntary glance at her father. "A-all evening."
"And you heard no noise of any one entering the house or leaving it?"
"No."
"Where did the wind come from? Was there a door open?"
"No, it came from father's room. It was blowing so hard that I thought I ought to shut his window, so I went in and then I found him all strapped in bed."
"Yes, and she just began to scream, and never thought of cutting the cord," grumbled Hadley.