"I do."
"On what floor?"
"The ninth."
"On the night of August fifth did you hear any unusual sounds?"
"Not until I heard the pistol-shot—that is, except Mr. Ingham, playing his piano—if you could call that unusual."
"He often played late at night?"
"He had been away during the summer; but, before that, there was a great deal of complaint. He gave a great many supper-parties; at the same time, he was such a charming fellow that people forgave him whenever he wished. Besides, he was a magnificent musician."
"Were there ladies at these supper-parties?"
"Not to my personal knowledge."
"What did you do, Dr. Andrews, when you heard the shot?"