"We can't be overheard," began Miss Kiametia. "At least I don't think we can," and her sharp glance roved inquiringly about the room. "What was Sinclair Spencer doing in that elevator?"
"Going downstairs," hazarded the Senator, "or up."
"Or waiting."
"Eh?" Foster shot a quick look at her. "Waiting? What for?"
"That is what we have to discover," and Miss Kiametia sat back and folded her hands.
"Yours is hardly a reasonable supposition. People do not usually wait in elevators, Kiametia."
"There's no law against it," was her tart reply. "I have very good reason to believe Spencer was not going out of the house."
"May I ask what that reason is?"
"He wore no shoes," and for an instant a smile hovered on her lips as she caught his startled expression. She was woman enough to enjoy creating a sensation, and it was not often that she surprised the Senator.
"Is that so!" he exclaimed thoughtfully. "That puts a somewhat different complexion on the matter."