"Yes, sir."
"Did you see anything in his hands at the time?"
"Why, he was picking up little bits of paper, as though he had just torn a letter to pieces."
"Go on," said Badger, making a note of this fact.
"While I was dusting the furniture Mr. Robert went out into the professor's chamber and brought in the canary. The poor thing hadn't sung since the professor died. It was he who used to feed it and talk to it. But when Mr. Robert brought it into its old room and I pulled up the curtains to let in the sunshine it set up such a trilling and chirping I could hardly help crying."
"On which floor is this study?"
"The front room, one flight up."
"How high above the street? You couldn't reach it from the sidewalk?"
"Not without a ladder."
"And you didn't keep a ladder resting against the front of your house, usually?"