"Yes, yes!—oh, my poor sister! My poor father—and that low down man!"
"When did you discover this, madam?"
"Just as soon as it was done, oh me!"
"How did you come to discover it, lady?"
"By my sister's scream. She screamed so loud it seemed everybody must have heard it. Screamed when he stuck that knife into her breast!"
"How long after you heard her scream was it before you came out of the room—your room?"
"I came at once," she said sulkily, and tried to cry louder. The detective was thoughtful.
"So you came at once! And what did you see when you came out?"
At this she seemed overcome, and it was some moments before he could get her answer, and that was after he had repeated.
"My sister and father lying murdered in the room there."