“She may have!” and the disdainful lady sniffed. “But it’s none of my business, and I don’t care to discuss her.”
“You say you saw her go in there, yesterday?”
“Good land, no! I didn’t say yesterday! I said, one day.”
“All right, I’m glad you told us about it. It might mean something and it might not.”
“Of course, it means something!” Mrs Mansfield didn’t want her news scorned as naught. “An actress calling on a man like that—of course it means something!”
“If it does we’ll find it out,” Belknap said. “You don’t think this little thing shot Gleason, do you?”
“I don’t know why she couldn’t. Little women have done such deeds.”
“So they have. Now, you’ve nothing more to tell us?”
But though Mrs Mansfield said quite a bit more, she had really nothing more to tell them that they wanted to hear, and they got away, though with some difficulty, for the lady was of a garrulous type.
To the floor above Belknap went, Prescott returning to the Gleason rooms to look about.