"Wait!" It was Hammersmith who called her back as she was starting forward. "I should like you to repeat just how much furniture this room contained and where it stood."
She stopped, startled, and then said:
"It was awfully bare; a bed was on the left——"
"She said the left," quoth the landlord, "though I don't see that it matters; it's all fancy with her."
"Go on," kindly urged Hammersmith.
"There was a window. I saw the dismal panes and my mother standing between them and me. I can't describe the little things."
"Possibly because there were none to describe," whispered Hammersmith in his superior's ear.
Meanwhile the landlord and his wife awaited their advance with studied patience. As Miss Demarest joined him, he handed her a bunch of keys, with the remark:
"None of these rooms are occupied to-day, so you can open them without hesitation."