“She was not able to walk about?”
“Oh, no, she was carried down.”
Young Sawtelle closed his eyes as if from weariness, and, quick as a flash, Nick lifted something from under the edge of the bed and thrust it into his pocket.
“Now, about the burglars,” said the detective. “Do you know about what time it was when they entered?”
“I have no idea.”
“What was the first sound you heard?”
“I thought I heard a window rattle, and arose to a sitting position.”
“And then?”
“I could see that there was some one in the room, and I sprang out of bed to get a revolver which I keep in the closet.”