How much of Sperry's proceeding with the carpet the governess had seen I do
not know. I glanced up and she was there, on the staircase to the third floor,
watching us. I did not know, then, whether she recognized me or not, for the
Wellses' servants were as oblivious of the families on the street as their
employers. But she knew Sperry, and was ready enough to talk to him.
"How is she now?" she asked.
"She is sleeping, Mademoiselle."
"The children also."
She came down the stairs, a lean young Frenchwoman in a dark dressing gown,
and Sperry suggested that she too should have an opiate. She seized at the
idea, but Sperry did not go down at once for his professional bag.
"You were not here when it occurred, Mademoiselle?" he inquired.
"No, doctor. I had been out for a walk." She clasped her hands. "When I came
back - "
"Was he still on the floor of the dressing-room when you came in?"
"But yes. Of course. She was alone. She could not lift him."
"I see," Sperry said thoughtfully. "No, I daresay she couldn't. Was the revolver on
the floor also?"
"Yes, doctor. I myself picked it up."