“How did you get in?” asked Craige, walking toward him.
“We found the key of the front door in the lock on the outside,” replied Mitchell.
“What!” Kitty sprang to her feet.
“Odd, wasn’t it?” Mitchell was watching her closely.
“Very,” briefly. Kitty paused in thought. “What was the nature of the message you received over the telephone, Inspector?”
“To come at once to ‘Rose Hill,’” Mitchell spoke with impressiveness. “That a crime had been committed.”
“Good heavens!” Kitty took a step in his direction, but before she could speak again, Mitchell held up his hand for silence.
“Did I understand, Miss Baird, that you and your aunt occupied this house alone at night?” he asked.
“We did.”