"No, sir," was the prompt answer. "She was alone."
"Did she mention that any one had called?"
"No, sir."
"Now," continued Markham, "could any one have been hidden in this apartment when you went home at seven?"
The maid was frankly astonished, and even a little horrified.
"Where could any one hide?" she asked, looking round the apartment.
"There are several possible places," Markham suggested: "in the bathroom, in one of the clothes-closets, under the bed, behind the window draperies. . . ."
The woman shook her head decisively. "No one could have been hidden," she declared. "I was in the bathroom half a dozen times, and I got Miss Odell's gown out of the clothes-closet in the bedroom. As soon as it began to get dark I drew all the window-shades myself. And as for the bed, it's built almost down to the floor; no one could squeeze under it." (I glanced closely at the bed, and realized that this statement was quite true.)
"What about the clothes-closet in this room?" Markham put the question hopefully, but again the maid shook her head.
"Nobody was in there. That's where I keep my own hat and coat, and I took them out myself when I was getting ready to go. I even put away one of Miss Odell's old dresses in that closet before I left."
"And you are absolutely certain," reiterated Markham, "that no one could have been hidden
