Cicely looked up suddenly, as if startled, but after only an instant’s hesitation replied:

“Because Mr. Carleton pointed toward the doorway, and Marie and I went in together.”

“You knew at once that Miss Van Norman was not alive?”

“I was not sure, but Marie went toward her, and then turned away with another of her horrid screams, and I felt that Miss Van Norman must be dead.”

“What did Mr. Carleton say?”

“He said nothing. He⁠—he pointed to the written paper on the table.”

“Which you had written yourself?”