Johnny was positive on that score. "No, she was a stranger. The first time she came, early in the afternoon, she didn't know where his room was, and I took her around and rang the bell for her myself. I never seen her before. She had a funny way of talking,--'Misteh Fullehton,'"--and he mimicked the soft evasion of the "r" that had characterized Mrs. Broughton's speech.
"Good for you, Johnny. You are doing well. Now do you know when she went away?"
"She and Mr. Fullerton went out together about eight o'clock."
"Now think carefully about this. Was there any other lady who came to see Mr. Fullerton that afternoon?"
"No."
"Or in the forenoon or in the evening? Any time at all on Monday?"
Johnny looked a little uncertain of his ground.
"They don't always say who they want. They just say 'Second floor,' or 'fifth,' you know. And sometimes they walk up."
"Then if there was anyone else who came to see Mr. Fullerton that day, you wouldn't know about it?"
Johnny dived into his memory.