"When he went out to see this gentleman, did he leave her behind?"
"Yes, sir, he did, on that chair; and I couldn't help noticing how queer she looked--so white that I couldn't help wondering if she was feeling ill."
"Was she here when you found him?"
"No, sir; the room was empty."
"Did anyone see her go out of the room?--did you?"
"No, sir; I haven't seen her since I saw her sitting in that chair."
"Then where is she now? Where is she, Mr Elsey?"
"I've no more idea than you have, Mr Tinney. As I've already tried to explain, till a moment or two ago I hadn't the faintest notion that there was a lady in the case."
"Mrs Elsey, where is this interesting young lady?"
Dorothy, behind the blind and the curtain, could scarcely refrain from shrieking: "Here!"