“Every other day?”
“No,” pettishly.
“Maybe once a week?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe, you saw one, once——”
Mrs Mansfield laughed out.
“That’s it, Mr Belknap,” she said. “How you do pin me down. Well, all I can swear to is one time I did see a fly little piece of baggage go in at his door.”
“Day or night?”
“Daytime.” Mrs Mansfield spoke aggrievedly, as if all the zest had been taken out of her news.
“Humph! And she might have been his lawyer’s stenographer, with an important paper.”