"I couldn't rightly say, Miss Dorothy. The kitchen clock is down to Whipple's being mended. But it was just after you'd gone over to Mr. Bolton's for dinner."
"What did the man look like, Lizzie?"
"Like any young man, miss."
"But was he tall or short?"
"Kind of medium-like--"
"Dark hair or light?"
"I can't seem to remember--he had a chauffeur's cap on and was in his shirt sleeves, that I do know."
"Did you notice if he limped?"
"No, he didn't, miss--but the other fellow did--him with the big boot."
"Bull's eye!" cried Bill. "You're sure some detective, Dorothy!"