“Not for myself. I was frightened of the shot,—I always am afraid of firearms, but I wanted to know what was doing. So, I opened the door and ran in——”
“Yes; and?”
“I saw nobody in Mr. Gately’s room,—I mean this room next to mine,—so I ran on, to the third room,—I am not supposed to go in there,—but I did, and there I saw a man just going out to the hall and in his hand was a smoking revolver.”
“Out to the hall? Did you follow him?”
“Of course I did! But he ran down the staircase. I didn’t go down that way, because I thought I’d get down quicker and head him off by going down in the elevator.”
“So you went down in the elevator?”
“Yes, sir. It was Minny’s elevator,—Minny’s my sister,—and after I got in,—and saw Minny, I got sort of hysterical and nervous, and I couldn’t remember what I was about.”
“What became of the man?” asked Talcott, uninterested in Jenny’s nerves.
“I don’t know, sir. I was so rattled,—and I only saw him a moment,—and——”
“Would you know him if you saw him again?”