Hunter began his interrogations.
"How old was Miss Maitland—Miss Jane, I mean?"
"Sixty-five," from Margery.
"She had always seemed rational? Not eccentric, or childish?"
"Not at all; the sanest woman I ever knew." This from Wardrop.
"Has she ever, to your knowledge, received any threatening letters?"
"Never in all her life," from both of them promptly.
"You heard sounds, you say, Miss Fleming. At what time?"
"About half-past one or perhaps a few minutes later. The clock struck two while I was still awake and nervous."
"This person who was walking through the attics here—would you say it was a heavy person? A man, I mean?"