rette into a receiver, and began abstractedly to pet the dog in her lap. "And now, I suppose, you want to know if I heard the shot. Well, I didn't. So you may continue the inquisition from that point."
"You were in your room, though, at the time of your brother's death?"
"I was in my room all morning," she said. "My first appearance beyond the threshold was when Sproot brought the sad tidings of Rex's passing. But Doctor Von shooed me back again; and there I've remained until now. Model behavior, don't you think, for a member of this new and wicked generation?"
"What time did Doctor Von Blon come to your room?" asked Vance.
Sibella gave him a faint whimsical smile.
"I'm so glad it was you who asked that question. I'm sure Mr. Markham would have used a disapproving tone—though it's quite au fait to receive one's doctor in one's boudoir.—Let me see. I'm sure you asked Doctor Von the same question, so I must be careful. . . . A little before eleven, I should say."
"The doc's exact words," chimed in Heath suspiciously.
Sibella turned a look of amused surprise upon him.
"Isn't that wonderful! But then, I've always been told that honesty is the best policy."
"And did Doctor Von Blon remain in your room until called by Sproot?" pursued Vance.
"Oh, yes. He was smoking his pipe. Mother detests pipes, and he often sneaks into my room to enjoy a quiet smoke."
