“There was Mrs. Miller, the woman who used to wash the office windows,” said Toby reflectively.
“But she’s deaf and dumb,” returned Phoebe.
“She isn’t blind, though. She’s washed the windows and cleaned the offices every Saturday for years, and Saturday was Mrs. Ritchie’s usual day for driving to town. I can’t remember that Mrs. Miller has ever seen the box opened, but she might have done so.”
Phoebe added Mrs. Miller’s name to the list.
“The next thing I want to know is who visited Judge Ferguson’s office the day after he died,” she said.
“I can’t help you much in that,” said Toby. “I went there in the morning, because I didn’t know where else to go; but no one came in—except Will Chandler and Mr. Holbrook.”
“Oh; they were there, then. And why?”
“They came together, because Mr. Holbrook wanted to see the offices. He rented them that very day, I understand. Will told me that Janet wanted me, so I went away and left them there. Will had the key, you know.”
“This is news,” said Phoebe, drawing a long breath.
Toby smiled. “You’re not suspecting them, I hope?” he said.