Then Keeley told of the new parlour maid and her strange attitudes, and March demanded her immediate presence.
“A servant from that house is just what we want,” he said. “We are in luck.”
Jennie answered Lora’s summons, and appeared, looking as composed and serene as before.
Clearly she had no intention of quailing before the majesty of the law.
“You may sit down, Jennie,” Lora said, kindly, and the girl took a chair with just the right shade of deference and obedience.
“You were employed at Pleasure Dome?” March began, a trifle disconcerted at this self-possessed young creature.
“Yes, sir.”
“For how long?”
“I was there six months.”
“Then you were there when Mr. Tracy died?”