phasis. "It was just footsteps—soft, sliding footsteps."
"Of course, any one might have walked that way in the dark, or a person in bedroom slippers. . . ."
"It was only a few steps—and then came the awful noise and burning."
Vance waited a moment.
"Try very hard to recall those steps—or rather your impression of them. Would you say they were the steps of a man or a woman?"
An added pallor overspread the girl's face; and her frightened eyes ran over all the occupants of the room. Her breathing, I noticed, had quickened; and twice she parted her lips as if to speak, but checked herself each time. At last she said in a low tremulous voice:
"I don't know—I haven't the slightest idea."
A short, high-strung laugh, bitter and sneering, burst from Sibella; and all eyes were turned in amazed attention in her direction. She stood rigidly at the foot of the bed, her face flushed, her hands tightly clinched at her side.
"Why don't you tell them you recognized my footsteps?" she demanded of her sister in biting tones. "You had every intention of doing so. Haven't you got courage enough left to lie—you sobbing little cat?"
Ada caught her breath and seemed to draw herself nearer to the doctor, who gave Sibella a stern, admonitory look.
"Oh, I say, Sib! Hold your tongue." It was Chester who broke the startled silence that followed the outbreak.
