The house was a fair size, semi-detached, with half a dozen steps up to the front door, and it had a basement. There was a small window on the right of the door which gave light to a wide passage hall, and on the other side was the large window of the dining-room.
Baker opened the door for us.
"No news of Mrs. Fitzroy?" I asked.
"None, sir." He was a smart man. I had worked with him before.
"What time was it when you entered the house last night?" asked Quarles.
"Ten o'clock, sir. A clock struck while we were standing on the steps."
"Was the light burning in the hall and in the dining-room?"
"Yes, sir; full on."
"And the dining-room door was shut?"
"Yes, sir."