She did not scream. She made no outcry whatever. Mrs. Allen,
the housekeeper, had taken her upstairs and stayed with her in
the bedroom. Ames and Mr. Barker had then returned to the study,
where they had found everything exactly as the police had seen
it. The candle was not lit at that time; but the lamp was
burning. They had looked out of the window; but the night was
very dark and nothing could be seen or heard. They had then
rushed out into the hall, where Ames had turned the windlass
which lowered the drawbridge. Mr. Barker had then hurried off
to get the police.
Such, in its essentials, was the evidence of the butler.
The account of Mrs. Allen, the housekeeper, was, so far as it
went, a corroboration of that of her fellow servant. The
housekeeper's room was rather nearer to the front of the house
than the pantry in which Ames had been working. She was
preparing to go to bed when the loud ringing of the bell had
attracted her attention. She was a little hard of hearing.
Perhaps that was why she had not heard the shot; but in any case
the study was a long way off. She remembered hearing some sound
which she imagined to be the slamming of a door.
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