“Well, you see, I went there about half past five——”
“How do you know the time so well—most people don’t.”
“Oh, I don’t know how I know it, but I just happen to. I was due home at six, so I went there at five-thirty, or within a few minutes of that time. Does it matter?”
“No; go on.”
“Well, I rang the bell, you know, and the door clicked open and I went up and Mr Gleason let me in.”
“Yes.”
“Well, I hadn’t been there hardly any time at all—not ten minutes, anyhow, when Mr Gleason’s bell rang again. And I said, ‘Who is it?’”
“What made you think he would know who it was?”
“Don’t know as I did. Guess I just said it—but, anyway—he said—‘It’s Miss Lindsay—I expect her—she mustn’t see you here!’”
“What did you do?”