“And did Doctor Von Blon remain in your room until called by Sproot?” pursued Vance.
“Oh, yes. He was smoking his pipe. Mother detests pipes, and he often sneaks into my room to enjoy a quiet smoke.”
“And what were you doing during the doctor’s visit?”
“I was bathing this ferocious animal.” She held up the Pomeranian for Vance’s inspection. “Doesn’t he look nice?”
“In the bathroom?”
“Naturally. I’d hardly bathe him in the poudrière.”
“And was the bathroom door closed?”
“As to that I couldn’t say. But it’s quite likely. Doctor Von is like a member of the family, and I’m terribly rude to him sometimes.”
Vance got up.
“Thank you very much, Miss Greene. We’re sorry we had to trouble you. Do you mind remaining in your room for a while?”