“I don’t know, ma’am,” and Molly’s vacant stare proved her a good actress, and one determined not to give away any information.
This attitude showed Zizi that the girl was shrewd and canny, and she changed her tactics.
“There you go, Molly!” she exclaimed. “How do you know some one came up from the seventh floor? You state these things, and if you’re not able to prove them—well, you know what I told you.”
“But I heard the—the person come up the stairs.”
“Stairs! A likely story! Why not use the elevator?”
“That’s just it,—the—the person didn’t want to be seen. So——”
“The person?”
“Yes’m, the person sneaks up the stairs and into the sitting-room——”
“Opening the door with a key?”
“Well,—you see, ma’am, I was in the bathroom,—and——”