“Were you disturbed during the night by any sound in the house?” asked Penfield.
“No.” The curtness of her tone brought a sharp look from Penfield, but he contented himself with a slight bow and gesture of dismissal as he said:
“Thank you, Miss Hull.”
On leaving the witness chair Lucille hesitated at sight of Curtis, then with an inclination of her head, of which he was entirely oblivious, she hurried from the library, conscious that several of the reporters were edging her way in quest of an interview.
“Inspector Mitchell of the Central Office, will be the next witness,” Penfield announced, and there was a stir of interest as the well-known police official advanced to the center table. The coroner’s questions were brief and to the point.
“Have you made a thorough search for the two documents signed by John Meredith last night and last seen by Mr. Hollister and Miss Hull lying on his bed?” inquired Penfield a few minutes later.
“I have, sir, but can find no trace of them,” responded Mitchell.
“Did you find any evidence that a burglar might have broken into the house last night or early this morning?”
“No, sir.”
Penfield shuffled his papers about until he found one that he wished.