“No; I suppose you do not. Now what was the first thing you did after you entered the house, when they had driven away?”
“I went to my own room, threw myself on the bed, and cried.”
“To be sure. Sarah, do you happen to remember if, during the few days that immediately preceded her departure, there had been a strange woman in the house, in any capacity?”
“There was a woman who came to do some light sewing—some hemming of linen, I think; but she went away Saturday evening.”
“How do you know that she went away Saturday evening? Did you see her go?”
“No. I heard my mistress dismiss her.”
“Now, Sarah, just two or three more questions, and then you may return to the Fells.”
CHAPTER XVI.
IN HOURLY PERIL OF DEATH.
“Sarah,” said the detective, rising and crossing the room two or three times, “the acts connected with the tragedy which occurred at the Fells two weeks ago are still fresh in your memory, are they not? I refer, of course, to the murder of Orizaba by Mr. Reginald’s valet, Paul Rogers. You recall all the circumstances, do you not?”
“I think so, sir.”