“Why, she was Miss Olive Raynor,—Mr. Gately’s ward.”
“Oh, Miss Raynor. Well, there’s no use discussing her. Were there any other ladies?”
“No, sir.”
“Nor any other men?”
“No, sir; that is, not through my room. You know, people could go in to Mr. Gately’s private offices without going through my room.”
“Yes, I know. But couldn’t you see them?”
“Only dimly,—through the clouded glass window between my room and Mr. Gately’s.”
“And what did you see of the callers in Mr. Gately’s room just before you heard the shot fired?”
Jenny looked dubious. She seemed inclined not to tell all she knew. But Mr. Talcott spoke sharply.
“Come,” he said; “speak up. Tell all you know.”