"Ah, that's telling!" said Mrs. Grix, cunningly. "Don't you ask no questions, young man, and you won't be told no lies."
"You must tell me!" cried Gebb, seizing her by the wrist "I am from Scotland Yard--a detective." And he shook the beldame furiously.
Mrs. Grix raised a feeble wail of horror.
"Lor', you're perlice, are you?" she whimpered. "Jist let me go; I know nothin'."
"Did Laura Kirkstone kill her brother?"
"I dunno; I swear I dunno."
"Was Miss Gilmar the criminal?"
Mrs. Grix leered. "She never told me she was, sir, but she didn't carry the Yeller Room about with her for nothing."
"What do you mean?" said Gebb, releasing her.
Mrs. Grix rubbed her wrist, which had been somewhat bruised by his clasp, and leered again. "Miss Gilmar wrote it all down," she said.