“Do you really how anything of importance, that might lead to the discovery of the people who murdered Sir Herbert Binney? I don’t want any hemming and hawing, but a straight answer.”
“Well, I can’t give you a positive answer, because I don’t know myself. But I do know somebody has been in the rooms since, several times, searching about for something.”
“What did this person seem to be looking for?”
“Belike it was a paper, for I could tell as how the desk drawers and the boxes in the cupboard had been moved.”
“That’s the sort of thing I want to know, Molly.” Zizi spoke quietly and earnestly. “You can tell when things are moved as no one else can. You mean, of course, before Mr Wise took the rooms?”
“And once since. Why, last evening, when Mr Wise was out, somebody got in there.”
“Who could it be, Molly?”
The earnest, chummy attitude of the inquirer made Molly feel at ease, and also anxious to please.
“I’m not sayin’,” the chambermaid replied, a cloud passing over her face, “for I’ve no wish to get in jail, but it’s somebody from the floor below.”
Zizi knew the Everetts’ apartment was on the floor below, but she said, “H’m, seventh floor, then. Who’s down there?”