“You were in bed?”
She hesitated again, then said, “Yes. I’d just got to sleep.”
“You opened the door and came out into the corridor, and closed the door behind you?”
“Yes.”
“You had your keys with you?”
“Yes, in the pocket of my housecoat.”
I said, “The reason you were so frightened when you heard the police, the reason you didn’t let them go into your apartment and talk there, was because someone was in the apartment. Who was it?”
“No, no! I swear it wasn’t! I’m telling you the honest truth. It wasn’t the law. It was — something else.”
“When do you want to leave?”
“Right now.”