“Not exactly that, sir, but I couldn’t help hearing the angry voices, though I didn’t make out the words.”
“Be careful, Jenny,” Talcott’s tones were stern, “don’t assume more than you can be sure was meant.”
“Then I can’t assume anything,” said Jenny, crisply, “for I didn’t hear a single word,—only I did feel sure the two of ’em was scrapping.”
“You heard, then, angry voices?”
“Yes, sir, just that. And right straight afterward, a pistol shot.”
“In Mr. Gately’s room?”
“Yes, sir. And then I ran in there to see what it meant,——”
“Weren’t you frightened?”
“No, sir; I didn’t stop to think there was anything to be frightened of. But when I got in there, and saw——”
“Well, go on,—what did you see?”