“Does this let out the Prall or Everett suspects?”
“To my mind, yes. But I never suspected them, anyway.”
“Nor I. And I’ve exonerated Mrs Everett to my satisfaction, and I’m going to find out for sure about the Grenadier. Now, there’s that Molly,——”
“Yes, she’s in it, up to the neck, I believe. And she’s such a liar——”
“Oh, Penny, you can’t let a lady liar fool you, can you? Get her up here, and put her through an inquisition. I’ll tell you if she’s telling truth or not.”
“Yes, you’re first class at that.”
Molly was summoned and when she appeared Zizi saw at once something had happened. The girl’s demeanor was entirely changed. She was more self-important and self-assertive, and Zizi wondered if she had learned something definite against some suspect.
“Molly,” began Wise, “we’ve found that some one has been—prowling round in here, just as you said,—and you are to tell us who it was.”
“That I don’t know, sir,” the girl replied, speaking with a flippancy that was careless and almost impertinent.
“Then tell us all you do know. Was it a man or a woman?”