"Did you have this letter in your hands?"
"Yes, Madame. I carried it from the door to my mistress."
"Describe it."
"Just an ordinary white envelope with the address written on it. No printing."
"Did you recognise the handwriting?"
"No, Madame."
"Was it a man's handwriting?"
"I don't know. I just gave it a careless glance."
Again the evasive note. However, Mme. Storey chose to ignore it.
"Then what happened?"
"Mrs. Whittall said she wouldn't want me any more, and I went away."
Mrs. Whittall's own maid had identified the revolver as one belonging to her mistress. She had testified that she had seen nothing strange in the behaviour of her mistress before she left the house. So far as she could tell, there was nothing special on her mind. She was a very quiet lady, and saw