"She said she had gone upstairs to see Rosa, the cook, who was suffering from a bilious attack early in the evening."
"But," perplexedly, "if I remember correctly, Rosa testified at the inquest that the servants' bedrooms are not in the attic but on the floor beneath."
"They are, Herr Captain. On answering the bell from Mr. Whitney's studio
I found Miss Grey there trying to revive him."
"You answered the bell at four in the morning?" in surprise. "I understood you did not sleep at the Whitneys'."
"Nor do I, Herr Captain; but last night I took Vincent's place and occupied his bedroom. When I reached the studio, I at first thought Mr. Whitney dead," continued the chauffeur, after a slight pause, "and rushed to summon a physician. On his arrival I assisted him to carry Mr. Whitney to his bedroom."
"Did you see Miss Kathleen?"
"Not after giving her the special delivery letter"—Henry's sidelong glance escaped Miller's attention—"when you were with her in the drawing-room; but I did hear her talking to Mrs. Whitney and the nurse in her father's bedroom just before I left the house to come here."
"Keep me informed of what transpires at the Whitneys'," directed Miller, picking up his coat.
"Very well, Herr Captain. Permit me to help you." The chauffeur stepped closer to his side and while assisting him, whispered: "Did you get the invention?"
Miller thrust his right arm into the coat sleeve with slow precision, and his left arm into its sleeve with equal care before answering.