"And you heard no sound of any kind before the shot?"
"Not a thing. Everybody had gone to bed early. The last sound I heard in this house was mother's gentle and affectionate voice telling the nurse she was as neglectful as the rest of us, and to bring her morning tea at nine sharp, and not to slam the door the way she always did. Then peace and quiet reigned until half past eleven, when I heard the shot in Chet's room."
"How long was this interregnum of quietude?" asked Vance.
"Well, mother generally ends her daily criticism of the family around ten-thirty; so I'd say the quietude lasted about an hour."
"And during that time you do not recall hearing a slight shuffling sound in the hall? Or a door closing softly?"
The girl shook her head indifferently, and took another cigarette from a small amber case she carried in her sweater-pocket.
"Sorry, but I didn't. That doesn't mean, though, that people couldn't have been shuffling and shutting doors all over the place. My room's at the rear, and the noises on the river and in 52d Street drown out almost anything that's going on in the front of the house."
Vance had gone to her and held a match to her cigarette.
"I say, you don't seem in the least worried."
"Oh, why worry?" She made a gesture of resignation. "If anything is to happen to me, it'll happen, whatever I do. But I don't anticipate an im-
