"I don't know, sir—Miss Odell didn't say."
"And you couldn't suggest who it might have been?"
"I couldn't say, sir."
"And when did Miss Odell tell you that she wanted you to come early this morning?"
"When I was leaving last night."
"So she evidently didn't anticipate any danger, or have any fear of her companion."
"It doesn't look that way." The woman paused, as if considering. "No, I know she didn't. She was in good spirits."
Markham turned to Heath.
"Any other questions you want to ask, Sergeant?"
Heath removed an unlighted cigar from his mouth, and bent forward, resting his hands on his knees.
"What jewellery did this Odell woman have on last night?" he demanded gruffly.
The maid's manner became cool and a bit haughty.
"Miss Odell"—she emphasized the "Miss," by way of reproaching him for the disrespect implied in his omission—"wore all her rings, five or six of them, and three bracelets—one of square diamonds, one of rubies, and one of diamonds and emeralds. She also had on a sunburst of pear-shaped diamonds on a chain round her neck, and she carried a platinum lorgnette set with diamonds and pearls."
"Did she own any other jewellery?"
"A few small pieces, maybe, but I'm not sure."
"And did she keep 'em in a steel jewel-case in the bedroom?"
"Yes—when she wasn't wearing them." There was more than a suggestion of sarcasm in the reply.
