“Did you hear anything else, Mrs. Menzel?” Vance’s matter-of-fact voice interrupted her confused correlation of Drukker’s death to the verse she had heard.
Slowly she shook her head.
“No. Everything was quiet after that.”
“Did you hear any one leave Mr. Drukker’s room?”
She gave Vance a panic-stricken nod.
“A few minutes later some one opened and shut the door, very soft; and I heard steps moving down the hall in the dark. Then the stairs creaked, and pretty soon the front door shut.”
“What did you do after that?”
“I listened a little while, and then I went back to bed. But I couldn’t sleep. . . .”
“It’s all over now, Mrs. Menzel,” Vance told her comfortingly. “There’s nothing for you to fear.—You’d best go to your room and wait till we need you.”
Reluctantly the woman went up-stairs.