“Did you hear him say it?”
“No, miss, the bellboy told me. He was luggin’ up bags and things and he said the new man was a peppery cuss.”
“Was he?”
“Why, no, he didn’t seem that way to me. Easy-goin’, I sh’d say. Absent-minded, now an’ then,—av’rage generous, an’ not payin’ much attention to his surroundin’s. That’s the way I size up Sir Binney.”
“And who do you think killed him?”
“Oh, Lordy, don’t ask me that!” The girl looked frightened, and quick-witted Zizi, instead of pursuing the subject then, turned it off with, “No, indeed, when detectives are busy on the case, small need to ask outsiders.”
“Not that I’m exactly an outsider, neither,” and Molly bridled as with a sense of self-importance. “Of course a chambermaid, now, can’t help seein’ a lot of what goes on.”
“Of course not,” Zizi said, carelessly. “But she isn’t supposed to tattle and I shouldn’t dream of quizzing you.”
“No, ma’am. Not but what I could tell things——”
“But you wouldn’t. You might get into serious trouble if you did.”