"Well, well, try to be calm," he said austerely "I never said I should hand you over to the police, did I?"
"No, you did not," she replied gravely "you did not."
She sighed and dried her tears.
"Go into the next room and keep quiet," he said hurriedly.
The girl hesitated, but another furious ring scared her and the next minute she had disappeared. Tom stuffed her satchel under some papers, looked round once more and found a grey glove on the chair which he bundled into his pocket and went to open the door. Superintendent Aspeland walked in.
"So this is where you live," he grunted, looking about him. "Yes, you seem to have all you want here. Have you heard anything of the woman since you came down from the studio? Have you seen her? What about that window there, does that look into the street?"
Tom drew a long breath.
"Are you referring to the girl in grey, Inspector?"
"Yes, of course."
"I know nothing more about her," said the young man in a loud voice; "but that window over there does look into the street," he added.