“Don’t the Adamses know?”
“No, they don’t.”
“A young girl, you say?”
“She appears to be very young—but you never can tell with those sly things. I daresay she makes herself look several years younger than she really is.”
“Did she know Doctor Waring?”
“How do I know? She came over to this house late Sunday night—for I saw her—”
“Good heavens! Are you sure?”
“Well, it was fairly light, with the moon, and the snow all over the ground, you know, and I saw her, all wrapped up in her fur coat, sneaking away from the house—”
“How late?”
“Oh—after everybody had gone upstairs and the lights were all out at the Adamses.”