“About what hour did the robbery occur last night?”
Judith started at the abrupt question, for Ferguson, recalling her deafness and forgetful of the cleverly concealed earphone which she wore continually, raised his voice almost to a bellow.
“It must have been between half-past nine and half-past eleven last night,” she answered. “You need not speak so loudly, Mr. Ferguson; I can hear quite well if you use your ordinary tone.”
“Beg pardon, I’m sure,” and Ferguson sunk his voice to its normal pitch. “When did you last see your jewelry?”
“Just after taking off my wraps upon my return from dining at Rauscher’s,” Judith explained, “I opened the box to put away the diamond horseshoe pin which I had been wearing.”
“And your other jewelry was then in the box?”
“Yes.”
“Where were you between half-past nine and half-past eleven?”
“Here, in this boudoir.”
“Any one with you?”