"I do not remember any one in particular."
"Are we to understand," said the district attorney, listening intently, "that you passed this long period in a species of reverie or trance?"
"An intense fit of abstraction," answered Robert; but the district attorney looked puzzled, as if an utterly new and virgin problem had been put before him to solve.
"Without food until you returned at 11 o'clock to the fire?" asked Badger.
"Excepting a light lunch at Miss Barlow's. Her mother noticed some fatigue in me and pressed me to take refreshment."
"Was there no mention of the fire there—a fire which was destroying your home?"
"We spoke of it casually, but I did not know until later that it was destroying my home."
"Was it not described in the evening papers?"
"Not in the early editions, Badger," put in the district attorney. "Only in the later specials."
"Very well. Now let us get back to the safe. Your uncle had made a will, I believe?"