INGOLDSBY (checking her sharply)
Miss Briggs, I should not be likely to say anything disrespectful to my old and dear friend, your mother. (Looking around angrily.) The truth is, there’s an eavesdropping scoundrel concealed in this room, and I—
JESSIE (alarmed)
What! Oh, I’m sure there isn’t.
INGOLDSBY
There is! An eavesdropping—
THE MYSTERIOUS VOICE (angrily)
This is a public room, I told you. How can I help it if you—
INGOLDSBY
I can’t stand this. He’s behind that chair.