“In my room,” said the latter pertly, “brushing Miss Cornelia’s hair.”
Anderson broke open the revolver and gave a swift glance at the bullet chambers.
“One shot has been fired from this revolver!”
Miss Cornelia sprang to her niece’s defense.
“I fired it myself this afternoon,” she said.
The detective regarded her with grudging admiration.
“You’re a quick thinker,” he said with obvious unbelief in his voice. He put the revolver down on the table.
Miss Cornelia followed up her advantage.
“I demand that you get the coroner here,” she said.
“Doctor Wells is the coroner,” offered Lizzie eagerly. Anderson brushed their suggestions aside.