Q. “Did he make any threats against his own life at the time?” A. “Yes.” Q. “What did he say?” A. “He spoke of his insurance. He said that there came a time in every man’s life when he was worth more dead than alive.” Q. “What reply did you make to that?” A. “I kissed him and begged him not to be absurd. I told him that I loved him. Then I said good-bye and went to keep my appointment with Mr. De Medici.” Q. “Did you see your father alive after that?” A. “No.” Q. “What time did you leave the theater?” A. “I don’t remember. It was after the second act. I had a frightful headache and the worry over what father had told me, added to the excitement of the morning—I had promised to marry Mr. De Medici—upset me too much to finish the play. I asked the stage manager to call my understudy and left the theater.” Q. “Did you go straight home?” A. “Yes.” Q. “What time did you reach the apartment?” A. “I don’t know. I went straight up in the elevator, intending to take a nap before the party started.” Q. “Do you usually carry a key to your apartment?” A. “I had one until several weeks ago. I lost it.” Q. “So you rang and the housekeeper let you in?” A. “Yes.” Q. “What was her demeanor when she opened the door?” A. “I noticed nothing about her. She was not disturbed.” Q. “What did you do after you entered the apartment?” A. “I removed my wraps and opened the door to the library.” Q. “Did you go into your room first?” A. “No.” Q. “What did you see when you entered the library?” A. “That my father had been murdered.” Q. “Were the lights on?” A. “No.” Q. “What did you do?” A. “He was lying on the floor on his back. I saw the dagger-handle. I stood looking at him. Then I screamed.” Q. “Did you notice anything else unusual?” A. “An ebony crucifix was on his body.” A. “Anything else?” A. “A candle was standing by his head.” Q. “Was it lighted?” A. “No.” Q. “You are positive of that? Or is it possible that in your grief and excitement you may have blown it out?” A. “It was unlighted. There was only moonlight in the room.” Q. “You screamed and rushed out to give the alarm?” A. “Yes.” Q. “Have you any theory as to how your father met his death?” A. “I think ... he killed himself.” “That will be all, Miss Ballau,” the coroner announced. She arose and steadied herself for a moment with her fingers on the edge of the table. The eyes of De Medici remained on her. She walked slowly back to the chair beside him. The coroner and Lieutenant Norton were conferring.