member anything unusual occurring last night during the half-hour you remained with Miss Odell after the theatre?"
"Unusual?" The man's manner was eloquent of his astonishment. "To the contrary. We chatted a while, and then, as she seemed tired, I said good night and came away, making a luncheon appointment with her for to-day."
"And yet, it now seems fairly certain that some other man was hiding in the apartment when you were there."
"There's little doubt on that point," agreed Spotswoode, with the suggestion of a shudder. "And her screams would seem to indicate that he came forth from hiding a few minutes after I went."
"And you had no suspicion of the fact when you heard her call for help?"
"I did at first—naturally. But when she assured me that nothing was the matter, and told me to go home, I attributed her screams to a nightmare. I knew she had been tired, and I had left her in the wicker chair near the door, from where her screams seemed to come; so I naturally concluded she had dozed off and called out in her sleep. . . . If only I hadn't taken so much for granted!"
"It's a harrowin' situation." Vance was silent for a while; then he asked: "Did you, by any chance, notice the door of the living-room closet? Was it open or closed?"
Spotswoode frowned, as if attempting to visualize the picture; but the result was a failure.
"I suppose it was closed. I probably would have noticed it if it had been open."
