"There was another lady here that evening, but I don't know who she wanted to see. She didn't say."
"When did she come? What do you know about her?"
"She came just after the lady with the long chain, because I met her in the hall as I came back from ringing Mr. Fullerton's bell. I thought she was going to the Stewarts' apartment because there isn't anyone else at that end of the hall except the Stewarts and Mr. Fullerton. Then when Mr. Fullerton and the lady came out and went down together, this other lady was in the hall again. I held the elevator for her, but she turned her back and I went down."
"Did you take her down later?"
"No, she must have walked down."
"Can you describe her? Did you see her face?"
"Na, she had a veil on."
Lyon inwardly anathematized the feminine expedient of wearing veils.
"Can't you remember anything about her?"
"I didn't see her close," he said apologetically.