“Who paid you to do that?”
“Nobody, miss.” Molly’s round, blue eyes seemed truthful, but Zizi was not sure.
“Well, now that you’ve decided you saw a man, who was the man?”
“That I don’t know—for sure.”
“Who do you think it was,—or, might have been?”
“I’m not saying,—for why should I make trouble for an innercent human bein’?”
“You’re stalling until you see whether we’ll pay you more for your information or he’ll pay you more to suppress it! Now, you’re foolish to act like that, for nine chances out of ten it was an innocent man, anyway.”
“Oh, no, miss; oh, no!”
“What do you mean by that?”
“The man was up to no good. He was searching in Sir Binney’s room.”