“Miss Baird and her niece, Miss Kitty.”
“No one else—no visitor?”
“No, Sah.”
“Think again, Oscar. Remember, you are under oath. Did either Miss Baird or Miss Kitty Baird have callers before you left on Sunday afternoon?”
“No, Sah, they did not, not while I was there.”
Penfield pushed back his chair and rose. “That will do, Oscar, you are excused. Hume,” to the Morgue Master. “Call Miss Katrina Baird.”