This volatile young lady had regained her mental balance, and was more than ready to dilate upon her experiences.
“Yes, sir,” she said, “I was sitting at my desk, and nobody had come in for an hour or so, when, all of a sudden, I heard talking in Mr. Gately’s room.”
“Do callers usually go through your room?” Mr. Talcott inquired.
“Yes, sir,—that is, unless they’re Mr. Gately’s personal friends,—like Miss Raynor or somebody.”
“Who is Miss Raynor?” I broke in.
“His ward,” said Mr. Talcott, briefly. “Go on, Jenny; nobody had gone through your room?”
“No, sir; and so, I was startled to hear somebody scrapping with Mr. Gately.”
“Scrapping?”
“Yes, sir; sort of quarreling, you know; I——”
“Did you listen?”