“And how did you spend last Sunday, Miss Baird?”
“I went to church in the morning.”
“Alone?”
“No. Major Leigh Wallace accompanied me.”
“Did Major Wallace return to your house with you?”
“No.”
The curtly spoken monosyllable brought a sharp glance from the coroner, of which she appeared unaware.
“At what hour did you reach your house, Miss Baird?” he asked.
“After church—” she considered a moment. “To be exact, about a quarter of one.”
“Did you and your aunt lunch alone?”