"I heard nothing" - her manner was slightly defiant and Kent's heart
sank; if he had only thought to warn her not to antagonize the
coroner.

"Where were you during that hour?"

"Lying down," promptly. "Then, afraid I would drop off to sleep
again, I went downstairs."

Coroner Penfield consulted his notes before asking another question.

"Who lives in your house beside you and your twin sister?" he asked.

"My father, Colonel McIntyre; our house guest, Mrs. Louis C.
Brewster, and five servants," she replied. "Grimes, the butler;
Martha, our maid; Jane, the chambermaid; Hope, our cook; and Thomas,
our second man; the chauffeur, Harris, the scullery maid, and the
laundress do not stay at night."

"Who were at home beside yourself on Monday night and early Tuesday
morning?"

"My father and Mrs. Brewster; I believe the servants were in also,
except Thomas, who had asked permission to spend the night in
Baltimore."

"Miss McIntyre?" Coroner Penfield put the next question in an
impressive manner. "On discovering the burglar why did you not
call your father?"