“I didn’t see her again, sir.”
“Well, I’ll change my question. Did you hear her afterwards?”
“Yes, sir,” reluctantly.
“When?”
“Why, sir, the door bell rang about a quarter to ten. It was a messenger boy with a telegram for the Attorney General. I signed for it, and walked over towards the library intending to hand it to Mrs. Trevor. The door was partly open, sir, and I heard the ladies—”
“Ladies! What ladies?”
“Mrs. Trevor and Miss Beatrice, sir. I recognized their voices.”
“Could you hear what they were saying?”
“Perfectly, sir; but indeed I didn’t listen intentionally, sir. The carpet deadened my footsteps; besides, they were too excited to hear me.”
“Were they quarreling?”