"She has none, sir."
"Does she live alone?"
"Yes, sir."
"How does she get her living?"
"By the sewing-machine, sir; and sometimes goes out to work."
The sound of laughing voices on the stairs stopped this cross-examination. A look of astonishment flashed into the eyes of Mr. Sheldrake.
"Who's that?" he asked abruptly.
"It must be Lizzie," answered Muzzy; "no one else but her and me lives on this floor."
"Come and listen--quick! Come and listen!"
In his impatience he almost dragged Muzzy to the door. The persons outside were laughing and talking on the landing.