Nan herself walked to the door and threw it wide open. “Come in, Amelia,” she said, and then closed the door after her friend.
“What’s up?” Amelia sensed the tenseness in the room right away.
“Did you see anyone at all in the corridor?”
Nan answered the question with another.
“Why, no.” Amelia looked puzzled. “No one, that is, except the stewardess. She’s sitting out there on a stool, knitting.”
“You didn’t see the red-headed hunchback?” Grace couldn’t believe it. “You didn’t see him standing right out there watching this room?”
“Are you sure, Amelia,” Nan asked the question, “that you didn’t see anyone besides the stewardess?”
“Positive,” she answered. “I know, because as I came down the corridor I looked for people.”
“Why?” Nan questioned her again.
“Say, what is this?” Amelia asked. “The third degree or something? I looked simply because I’ve been wondering what kind of people lived down in this end of heaven. Evidently they are all queer.” She looked significantly at the people around her.