“I don’t know.”
“What was his address in New York?”
“I’m sure I don’t know.”
“Was he in any business?”
“I don’t know,” she answered, sullenly, with a glance at the door.
“Mrs. Atkins, you seem singularly ignorant about your friend,—your old friend.”
“Well, I hadn’t seen him for some years. He’s a stranger in the city.”
“Where is his home?”
“I don’t know,” she answered, impatiently.