Scott rang the bell, and the door was opened by Ellen. Her eye brightened when she saw Scott, whom she liked much better than Loammi.
"I am glad to see you, Scott," she said. "And where are you living, now?"
"I am boarding on West Sixteenth Street."
"And have you got another place?"
"Not yet. I suppose you heard why I left the house."
"Yes, I did, and it's a shame."
"Did you hear that Mrs. Little's pocketbook was found in my room?"
"Yes, I did, and I know who put it there."
"Who was it?" asked Scott, eagerly.