"What is it?"
"Who was the woman who just left here—the woman who had just come in with you?" Miss Ford favored the detective with a glassy stare.
"I do not understand you," she exclaimed. "I came home alone. What is the purpose of these questions?"
Duvall felt that he had a shrewd opponent to deal with.
"Are you acquainted with Miss Ruth Morton?" he asked.
"Why—certainly—that is, I know her by reputation, She works for the same company as I do. Why do you ask?"
"Miss Morton has recently been the subject of a shameful persecution. The woman who just left this house is concerned in it. Who is she?"
"I do not know what you are talking about," the girl exclaimed, angrily. "I know nothing about any woman. You must pardon me, Mr. Bradley, if I decline to be questioned in this way any further." She moved toward the door.
"Then you wish me to understand that the woman who just left this house did not come here with you?"
"Understand anything you please. I decline to be questioned any further." With a look of anger she left the room.