“Miss Baird, have you unlimited telephone service?”
“Why, yes.” Kitty’s tone expressed surprise. “We have always had unlimited service.”
Penfield paused and wrote a few lines on his memorandum pad. When he spoke, his voice had gained an added seriousness.
“Were you and your aunt always on the best of terms?” he asked.
Kitty sat erect and her hands dropped on the arms of her chair.
“Your question is impertinent,” she said cuttingly, and, in spite of himself, Penfield flushed.
“I insist upon an answer,” he retorted. “A truthful answer.”
“Dr. Penfield!” Kitty rose.
“Be seated, Madam. A witness cannot leave until dismissed by the coroner.” Penfield spoke with unwonted severity. “I will change my question. What did you and Miss Baird quarrel about on Sunday?”