"Did she hesitate before going through the library window?" said Mr. Flexen.
"Not as I noticed. She seemed to go straight in."
"As if she were used to going into the Castle that way?" said Mr. Flexen.
William Roper scratched his head. Then he said cautiously: "She seemed to know that way in all right, sir."
"And how was she dressed?" said Mr. Flexen.
"She wasn't in black. It wasn't as dull as black, but it was dullish. It might have been grey and again it might not. It might have been blue or brown. You see, there was a fair moon, sir, but it was be'ind the Castle, an' I never seed 'er in the full moonlight, as you may say, seeing as, coming and going, she come along the wall and went round the right 'and corner of it, in the shadder."
"And which of these three people came away first?" said Mr. Flexen.
"She did. She wasn't in the Castle more nor twenty minutes—if that."
"Did she seem to be in a hurry when she came out? Did she run, or walk quickly?"
"No. I can't say as she did. She went away just about as she came—in no purtic'ler 'urry," said William Roper.
Mr. Flexen paused, considering; then he said: "And who was the next to leave?"
