The inspector looked at her with disbelief written upon his rosy countenance.
"Are you quite sure of that, Miss—er—Miss Ramsay?" he asked seriously.
"Yes. I heard it," was her firm reply.
"Ah! Then, because of that you and Mr. Durrant believed that Boyne has somebody in hiding upstairs. Is that so?"
She replied in the affirmative.
"And you don't think Boyne discovered that you were watching him? If he did, I think he would have resented it very much, for I've met Boyne once or twice. Indeed, I passed him in King Street an hour ago."
"You passed him! Perhaps he's back then. My aunt hasn't seen him for three days."
"Well, I saw him in King Street to-night, but he didn't see me." Then, after a pause, he added: "I think, miss, you're mistaken regarding Mr. Boyne. I only know him slightly, but I know in what respect he is held in the neighbourhood, and how his praises are upon everyone's lips—especially the church people."
"Then you don't think that he has anything to do with Mr. Durrant's disappearance?"
"Not in the least. I should dismiss that idea from my mind at once."