"I should say about that."
"Mr. Herrick, are you absolutely sure that this was not until after the shooting?—this forward dip?"
"After? No, it was before!"
"Ah—And directly after the shot the lights went out?"
"Directly after. Almost as if the shot had put them out."
"Now, Mr. Herrick, you have testified that from, as you say, the vague outline of the hair and shoulders and the slope of her skirts, and from the fact that when she raised her arm there was a bit of lace, or something of the kind, hanging from her sleeve, you were perfectly sure that this shadow was the shadow of a woman. Yet you still could not in the least determine anything whatever of her appearance. That I can quite understand. But didn't you gather, nevertheless, some notion of her personality?"
Herrick avoided Deutch's eye. He said—"I don't think so."
"That extraordinary movement, then, did not leave upon you a very distinct impression?"
"In what way?"
"An impression of a lady not much concerned with social constraint or emotional control; and of a very great habitual ease and flexibility in movement."