“Was anyone else in the office at that time?”
“No, sir.”
“How long did she stay there?”
“About fifteen minutes, sir. Mrs. Trevor sent me to ask her to come into the drawing-room as Mrs. Macallister wished to see her.”
“What was Miss Beatrice doing when you entered the office?”
“Sitting at her father’s desk, sir, and writing.”
“Had—had she a memorandum book in her hand?” asked Dick hesitatingly. So much depended on the answer.
“I didn’t see any such book, sir,” answered Wilkins, surprised. “After I gave her Mrs. Trevor’s message, Miss Beatrice picked up her hat and fur coat and went immediately out of the room.”
“What did she do with the papers on which she was writing?”
“She stuffed them inside the pocket of her fur coat, sir.”