"Could you tell from what floor the elevator came when you pushed your floor button?" he asked. "No," was the disappointing answer. "The elevator runs practically noiselessly, and we have no floor indicator such as you see in stores." "Was the electric light turned on in the elevator when you entered it?" "No." "Then how could you see Mr. Spencer so clearly?" "The brick elevator shaft is lighted by a skylight," answered Kathleen. "The electric light is only needed at night." "Do you recognize this knife?" and Penfield held it before her as he spoke. Kathleen's eyes did not shift their gaze, but her teeth met sharply on her lower lip. "I see that it resembles one that I have," she said. "You still have yours?" "Yes, you will find it in my desk drawer at home." "Had you only the one knife, Miss Whitney?" "I may have had others," indifferently. "I do not recall; I buy my painting and modeling supplies as I need them." The coroner replaced the knife without further comment. "You use azurea perfume, do you not?" he asked. "Yes." "What was your object in trying to rub out a blood stain on the front of Mr. Spencer's white shirt, Miss Whitney, while you were in the elevator?" asked Penfield. Kathleen looked at him dully. "Wh-what d-did you say?" she stuttered. For answer Penfield took from the pile of clothing on the table a white shirt and pointed to a discoloration on its glazed surface. "When I first saw this shirt on Mr. Spencer it reeked of perfume," he said sternly. "Submitted to chemical tests, I find a blood stain was partially removed by azurea. Again I ask, what was your object in attempting to remove the blood stain?" But Penfield spoke to deaf ears. Kathleen had fainted. Excitement waxed high in the room as Kathleen was carried out by Charles Miller, the first to reach her side, and placed in the tender care of Mrs. Whitney and the trained nurse. Waiting only to see her brought back to consciousness by Dr. Hall, Miller slipped back into the inquest room. Detective Mitchell was again in the witness chair. "You made a thorough examination of Miss Whitney's room?" inquired the coroner. "Yes, Doctor." "And what did you find?" "This torn note"--and the detective held up the pieces in each hand. "Read its contents aloud," ordered Penfield. "The Connecticut, "Tuesday afternoon. "KATHLEEN, MY DARLING: "I implore you to reconsider--before it is too late. Consult your father's best interests before you reject _me_. "Yours, with undying affection, "SINCLAIR." Mitchell paused after reading the signature, then continued. "Here is a sample of Mr. Spencer's handwriting, attested by his cousin, Captain Dunbar; the handwriting of the notes is identical, sir," and he placed the papers in Penfield's hand. Reading them carefully, the coroner passed them along to the jury for examination. "Where did you find this note?" he asked Mitchell. "Among Miss Whitney's painting materials in her sitting-room."