“Did you see either Mr. Robin or Mr. Sperling?”
“They went down-stairs to the archery-room past the kitchen a little while before I went out.”
“Did you overhear anything they said?”
“I don’t listen at keyholes.”
Markham set his jaw angrily and was about to speak when Vance addressed the woman suavely.
“The District Attorney thought that perhaps the door was open, and that you might have overheard some of their conversation despite your commendable effort not to listen.”
“The door might’ve been open, but I didn’t hear anything,” she answered sullenly.
“Then you couldn’t tell us if there was any one else in the archery-room.”
Beedle narrowed her eyes and gave Vance a calculating look.
“Maybe there was some one else,” she said slowly. “In fact, I thought I heard Mr. Drukker.” A note of venom came into her voice, and the shadow of a hard smile passed over her thin lips. “He was here to call on Mr. Arnesson early this morning.”