Before answering, Pauline looked in turn at all the members of the household. Haviland slowly turned his head as if to look at something across the room, and as slowly brought it back to its previous position. "I did not," said Pauline, looking straight at the Coroner. "That is all," said Scofield, briefly, and the next witness was called. This was the maid, Estelle. Her eyes were red with weeping, but she was not hysterical now, or incoherent. She answered tersely questions as to Miss Carrington's habits and as to her words and actions during the maid's last interview with her. "I left her at about quarter of one," the witness deposed; "I had given her the Oriental negligée, of which she is fond. I offered to take down her hair and put away her jewels, but she declined those services, and bade me leave her." "She was wearing, when you left her, only the jewels she had worn during the evening?" "Only those, sir. When I changed her evening gown for the boudoir robe, she bade me replace such jewels as I had already taken off her. She kept on her rings, bracelets and her long rope of pearls while I changed her costume." "And then she dismissed you for the night?" "Yes, sir." "Where was she then? Sitting before the mirror?" "No, sir. She stood in the middle of the floor." "Was she in an amiable mood?" "She was not. Because I offered to assist her further, she ordered me from the room in anger." "Ah, in anger! Was Miss Carrington often angry with you?" "Indeed, yes; as she was with everybody." "Confine your answers to your own experience. You prepared a night luncheon for your mistress?" "Yes, sir," and now Estelle's voice trembled and her eyes rolled apprehensively. "What was it?" "Two small sandwiches and a glass of milk." "What sort of sandwiches?" "Caviare, sir." "Ah, yes. And why did you put a large dose of bromide in the glass of milk?" "Did it kill her?" and Estelle screamed out her query. Pauline and Anita looked at one another. It was the same question Estelle had asked of them. "An overdose of bromide may be fatal," parried the Coroner, not answering the question directly. "Why did you do it?" "I didn't do it," and the French girl shrugged her shoulders; "why should I poison my mistress? She was quick-tempered, but I was used to that." "Don't be stupid," said the Coroner; "the bromide didn't poison Miss Carrington, for, in the first place, she didn't take it. The glass of milk was found next morning untouched, though the sandwiches were gone. Therefore, the bromide in the milk was found. Why did you put it in?" "_I_ didn't do it," reiterated the maid. "Look higher up for that!" "What do you mean?" "I mention no names, but somebody must have done it, if bromide was found in that milk." "But you tried to get the glass away next morning, without being seen." "Who says I did?" "Never mind that; you were seen. Why?"