down. I didn't know just where the noise had come from; but when I was half-way down the steps, I heard another shot, and this time it sounded like it came from Miss Ada's room. So I went there at once, and tried the door. It was unlocked, and when I looked in I saw Miss Ada lying on the floor—a very distressing sight, sir. I called to Mr. Chester, and we lifted the poor young lady to the bed. Then I telephoned to Doctor Von Blon."
Vance scrutinized him.
"You were very courageous, Sproot, to brave a dark hall looking for the source of a shot in the middle of the night."
"Thank you, sir," the man answered, with great humility. "I always try to do my duty by the Greene family. I've been with them"
"We know all that, Sproot." Vance cut him short. "The light was on in Miss Ada's room, I understand, when you opened the door."
"Yes, sir."
"And you saw no one, or heard no noise? No door closing, for instance?"
"No, sir."
"And yet the person who fired the shot must have been somewhere in the hall at the same time you were there."
"I suppose so, sir."
"And he might well have taken a shot at you, too."
"Quite so, sir." Sproot seemed wholly indifferent to the danger he had escaped. "But what will be, will be, sir—if you'll pardon my saying so. And I'm an old man"
