“No, not too much noise,” coaxed the big woman, who in her night robe looked like a masquerade figure. “What do you want I should get you?”
“Nothing. I don’t want anything but for you to tell me who is up in that attic!” demanded Nora sharply.
“Me—Vittoria, is up attic.”
“Who was with you?”
“Cap.”
“Where is he now?”
“He go down—back way.”
“Now Vita—” Nora stopped. She was baffled. This woman could confuse her so and then walk off demurely, just as she had done that other night. Finally Nora began again:
“All right, Vita, but you just listen.” She was shaking a small finger toward the face with the black flashing eyes. “If you don’t tell me all about your secret I shall tell Uncle Jerry. Now do you understand?”
“Secret? What is ‘secret’?”