entered the room. It was evident that he had found what he had sought.
Descending to the lower hall, he gave a quick look at doors and windows, then went out into the yard in the rear to the base of the tree he had spent so much time in investigating. He looked now up, and then down. He gazed up at the two windows of the balcony. His eyes were on the great door of the stable when Valeska appeared, her eyes shining.
"The cook has a cut on her left forefinger!" she announced breathlessly. "The second girl says that, just before they discovered the crime, the cook was away from the kitchen for about fifteen minutes. The cook herself says that she had gone out back of the stable to get a few strawberries for her own supper."
"Did she come back with the berries?"
"Yes; but she might have picked them before."
"What shape was the cut on her finger?"
"Why, it was a straight cut, of course. She said she did it slicing ham. But you know she might have gone up-stairs and into the guest-room, which has a window on the same balcony, and—"
"What about the second girl?" Astro interrupted.
Valeska laughed. "She's a country girl, awfully, awfully in love with James. She's frightened to death for fear that he'll be suspected of the murder."
"Did she hear the voices and the laughter?"
"No. Anyway, she was with the aunt most of the time, in the dining-room. It was the cook who did it, I'm sure."
"And how about the whistle? And why should the cook laugh at such a time?"
Valeska's face fell. "Well," she said finally, "for
