"Was Julie on good terms with the other servants?" "Yis, sor. She and Henry had words now and thin; when Henry got teasin', she didn't always take ut in good part." "Have you any idea where Julie went on leaving the Whitneys?" "No, sor; she has no real frinds in Washington. I dunno where she can be, an' I'm sick o' worryin' over her." The warm-hearted Irishwoman's eyes filled with tears. "Julie was excitable like and quicktempered, but she niver did wrong, an' don't let yourselves be thinkin' ut." "There, there." The coroner laid a kindly hand on her arm. "We won't keep you any longer, Mrs. O'Leary. Careful of that step," and as the morgue master appeared, he asked, "Is Miss Kiametia Grey here?" "Yes, Doctor." "Then ask her to come in." He exchanged a few remarks with the deputy coroner in a tone too low to reach the ears of the attentive reporters, then turned back to the witness chair as Miss Kiametia seated herself. "We will only keep you a few minutes," he began, after the preliminary questions had been asked the spinster. "I understand you were accidentally shown into the bedroom already occupied by Mr. Spencer." "I was," stated Miss Kiametia, as the coroner paused. "Neither Mrs. Whitney nor I was aware he was within a mile of us." "Did you discover his presence at once?" "No." The spinster's tone was short. "The bed is in an alcove, and I had only turned on the electric bulb by the bureau; thus the room was in partial darkness. I--eh--eh--" then with a rush--"I did not know he was there until I was ready to get in bed." "Was Mr. Spencer asleep?" "I never waited to see." Coroner Penfield stifled a smile and changed the subject. "Were you aroused during the night by any noise?" "No," sharply. "When once in the hall bedroom I took a pretty stiff drink of whiskey as a nightcap, for I was feeling pretty shaky about then. Consequently I slept soundly all through the night." "Was Mr. Spencer a great friend of yours?" "No," with uncomplimentary promptness. "But I did occasionally ask him to large entertainments." "Did you see Miss Whitney before retiring on Tuesday night?" "No. Her mother told me she had gone to bed early." "Did you see Mr. Whitney?" "No." "Did you see Julie, the French maid?" "Not upstairs. Mrs. Whitney gave me the whiskey and a dressing-gown." "Can you tell me if Mr. Spencer was wearing his pajamas in bed?" "I cannot," dryly. "Did you enter Mr. Spencer's bedroom the next morning after hearing of his death?" "I did not." "While in his room Tuesday night did you observe his clothes on a chair or table? "No, and after discovering his presence, I was too keen to get out of the room to notice anything in it." "Then possibly you left the light burning by the bureau?" "I did nothing of the sort. It is a hobby of mine never to waste gas or electricity, and I remember distinctly stopping to put out the light after I had picked up my clothes."