"An hour before. . . . But what has all that got to do with it?"
"One never knows, does one? However, it's always well to be in possession of these little details when trying to run down the elusive source of a psychic seizure."
"Psychic seizure be damned!" growled Greene truculently. "Can't a man have a feeling about something without?"
"Quite—quite. But you've asked for the District Attorney's assistance, and I'm sure he would like a few data before making a decision."
Markham came forward and sat down on the edge of the table. His curiosity had been aroused, and he indicated to Greene his sympathy with Vance's interrogation.
Greene pursed his lips, and returned his cigarette-holder to his pocket.
"Oh, very well. What else do you want to know?"
"You might relate for us," dulcetly resumed Vance, "the exact order of events after you heard the first shot. I presume you did hear the shot."
"Certainly I heard it—couldn't have helped hearing it. Julia's room is next to mine, and I was still awake. I jumped into my slippers and pulled on my dressing-gown; then I went out into the hall. It was dark, and I felt my way along the wall until I reached Julia's door. I opened it and looked in—didn't know who might be there waiting to pop me—and I saw her lying in bed, the front of her nightgown covered with blood. There was no one else in the room, and I went to her immediately. Just then I heard another shot which sounded as if it came
