"Full," he announced laconically.
An expression of tremendous relief spread over the woman's features, and she sighed audibly.
Markham had risen and was looking at the revolver over Heath's shoulder.
"You'd better take charge of it, Sergeant," he said; "though I don't see exactly how it fits in with the case."
He resumed his seat, and glancing at the notation Vance had given him, turned again to the housekeeper.
"One more question, Mrs. Platz. You said Mr. Benson came home early and spent his time before dinner in this room. Did he have any callers during that time?"
I was watching the woman closely, and it seemed to me that she quickly compressed her lips. At any rate, she sat up a little straighter in her chair before answering.
"There wasn't no one, as far as I know."
"But surely you would have known if the bell rang," insisted Markham. "You would have answered the door, wouldn't you?"
"There wasn't no one," she repeated, with a trace of sullenness.
"And last night: did the door-bell ring at all after you had retired?"
"No, sir."
"You would have heard it, even if you'd been asleep?"
"Yes, sir. There's a bell just outside my door, the same as in the kitchen. It rings in both places. Mr. Benson had it fixed that way."
