Jenny looked at me. “No, sir,” she replied; “I received all who came to my door, but there were others!”
“Where did they enter?” asked Pitt.
“Oh, they came in at the other doors. You see, I only looked after my own room. Of course, if Miss Raynor came,—or anybody that Mr. Gately knew personally——” Jenny paused discreetly.
“And did Miss Raynor come this morning?” I asked.
“Yes,” Jenny replied, “she did. That is, not this morning, but early this afternoon. I know Miss Raynor very well.”
Mr. Pitt seemed a little disturbed from his usual calm, and with evident reluctance said to me, “I think, Mr. Brice, that this matter is more serious than I thought. It seems to me that it would be wise to refer the whole matter to Mr. Talcott, the secretary of the Trust Company.”
Now, I was only too glad to refer the matter to anybody who could be considered authoritative, and I agreed at once.
“Moreover,” said Mr. Pitt, as he gave an anxious glance at Jenny, “I think it well to take this young woman along, as she is the secretary of Mr. Gately and may know——”
“Oh, no, sir,” cried Jenny, “I don’t know anything! Please don’t ask me questions!”
Jenny’s perturbation seemed to make Mr. Pitt’s intentions more definite, and he corralled the young woman, as he also swept me along.