How on earth did he get out on the roof ?" Bailey glanced out the window.
"It would be possible from here.

Possible, but not easy." "But, if he could do that," she persisted, "he could have got away, too.

There are trellises and porches.

Instead of that he came back here to this room." She stared at the window.

"Could a man have done that with one hand ?" "Never in the world." Saying nothing, but deeply thoughtful, Miss Cornelia made a fresh progress around the room.
"I know very little about bank-currency," she said finally.