The black eyes of the maid flashed at the recollection.
"I suppose you attend Miss Cavanaugh at the theatre as well as at home?"
"Oh, yes; she has no other maid."
Ashton-Kirk smiled and shook his finger at the girl.
"Then it was you who left the door of a cabinet open in the dressing-room and so caused that little accident."
"An accident!" The girl looked at him surprisedly. "I don't think I know just what you mean."
"Oh, well, never mind," said the investigator, carelessly. "A little mistake of mine, no doubt."
There was a vague sort of trouble in the face of Bat Scanlon; he smoothed his chin with one big hand, and shifted his weight uneasily from one foot to the other.
"And now," said Ashton-Kirk, to the maid, "when Burton pushed past you that night, where did he go?"
"He went to Miss Cavanaugh's rooms, sir."