The Murder at Jex Farm

it was difficult to see how three pistol shots fired less than forty yards away should not be audible by the inmates of the room. Was Mrs. Jex hard of hearing? I asked. She was not, she declared. Had she heard positively nothing? Nothing but the roaring of the wind in the chimney and every now and then the rattling of the windows. Was she absorbed in reading or talk? No, she was knitting by the fireside. Miss Lewsome had been writing at the table all the evening.