“W'at do you want to see—to see Morley for?” demanded the red-faced female.
“On business. Is Mrs. Briggs in?”
“I'm Mrs. Briggs.”
“Good! I'm glad of that. Now will you tell me if Mr. Morley is in?”
“There ain't no Mr. Morley. There's a—”
She was interrupted. From the hall, apparently from the top of the flight of stairs, another was heard, a feminine voice like the others, but unlike them—decidedly unlike.
“Who is it, Mrs. Briggs?” said this voice. “Does the gentleman wish to see me?”
“No, 'e don't,” declared Mrs. Briggs, with emphasis. “'E wants to see Mister Morley and I'm telling 'im there ain't none such.”
“But are you sure he doesn't mean Miss Morley? Ask him, please.”
Before the Briggs woman could reply I spoke again.