“Came with her from England three years ago.”
“Were you not surprised when Mrs. Trevor did not breakfast with you the next morning?”
“No. My wife was not an early riser. She always had a French breakfast served in her room. Unless she called to me to enter, as I went downstairs, I often did not see her until luncheon.”
“Was Mrs. Trevor left-handed?”
The Attorney General looked at the coroner in surprise.
“She was, sir,” he answered.
“Have you formed any theory as to who perpetrated this foul murder?”
“I think the burglar, Nelson, guilty.”
“Was Mrs. Trevor on good terms with everyone of your household?”
The witness’ face changed, ever so slightly.