"And you went directly up to your room?"
"Yes."
"And then when the wind came up you remembered that you had left the window open and you went back to close it. Is that it?"
"Y--yes."
"And then when you got into the hall, what was it that called your attention to your father's room? Was his door open?"
She nodded. "There was a light. I was afraid that he was up and would hear me in the hall, so I peeked through the crack--" She stopped, but she was not weeping now. She evidently saved her tears for her own troubles.
"And then you saw him tied up in bed and you began to scream,--which was the very best thing you could have done, my dear Miss Hadley. How long were you in your room before you remembered about the window?"
"I--don't know."
"You had not begun to undress."
She gave him a startled look.