“To the lift?”
“Yes.”
“Who was in the lift?”
“He was. Sitting there.”
“With the doors shut?”
“Yes.”
“Who opened them?”
“I did. Aunt V. was sort of hovering about on the landing. When I opened the d-doors she tacked over and floated in.”
“And then? Did you follow at once?”
“Well, I stopped long enough to wink at my mother and then I got in and s-simply t-took the lift down—”