"Miss Leavenworth," said he, "I have now some questions to put you concerning last night. Where did you spend the evening?"
"Alone, in my own room."
"You, however, saw your uncle or your cousin during the course of it?"
"No, sir; I saw no one after leaving the dinner table—except Thomas," she added, after a moment’s pause.
"And how came you to see him?"
"He came to bring me the card of a gentleman who called."
"May I ask the name of the gentleman?"
"The name on the card was Mr. Le Roy Robbins."
The matter seemed trivial; but the sudden start given by the lady at my side made me remember it.
"Miss Leavenworth, when seated in your room, are you in the habit of leaving your door open?"
A startled look at this, quickly suppressed. "Not in the habit; no, sir."
"Why did you leave it open last night?"
"I was feeling warm."
"No other reason?"
"I can give no other."
"When did you close it?"
"Upon retiring."
"Was that before or after the servants went up?"
"After."
"Did you hear Mr. Harwell when he left the library and ascended to his room?"
"I did, sir."
"How much longer did you leave your door open after that?"
"I—I—a few minutes—a—I cannot say," she added, hurriedly.
