“Did you let Miss Derwent into her apartment, or did she have the key?”
“I let her in.”
“Did anyone wait on the young lady while she was here?”
“What do you mean by that?” inquired McGorry, cautiously.
“Why, did anyone go into her place to get her meals and tidy up, etc?”
“No, sor, not that I know of.”
“Doesn’t it strike you as peculiar that a young lady, reared in the lap of luxury and unaccustomed to doing the least thing for herself should go to an apartment in which dust and dirt had been accumulating for several months and voluntarily spend two nights there, without even a servant to perform the necessary chores for her, mind you?”
“She went out for her meals,” McGorry put in, anxiously, “and young ladies, especially the rich ones, think roughing it a lark.”
There was a slight pause.