"I think you ought to have mailed that letter to Miss Wolcott. Bede has no business with her letters."
"I wasn't going to touch it," said Hunt doggedly.
"Did Bede ask you anything about her?"
"He asked if I knew whether she ever came here to Fullerton's room. I wouldn't know. I never saw her to know her." Hunt was evidently aggrieved over the turn things had taken generally. "Then he wanted to know particularly what that lady looked like that came to see Fullerton that last night,--the one he went out with. I didn't see her, but the elevator boy told, same as Donohue told at the inquest, that she wore a veil and a dark dress and a fur coat, short. Anybody might be dressed like that."
"Who has the apartment above?" Lyon asked abruptly.
"It's empty. The people moved out this week."
"What day?"
"Yesterday and the day before."
"Let me look at it. Perhaps I might take it. Is it furnished?"
"No, the furniture was moved out. Come up with me, sir."