“I haven’t anything against him now.”
“But you were going to tell us something——”
“I guess I was fooling.”
“People are not apt to fool who have just been in terror of their lives.”
Her eyes sought the ground. “I’m just a hardworking girl,” she muttered almost sullenly. “What should I know about that man Quimby’s dreadful doings?”
“Dreadful? You call them dreadful?” It was Doctor Golden who spoke.
“He locked me in my room,” she violently declared. “That wasn’t done for fun.”
“And is that all you can tell us? Don’t look at Jake. Look at me.”
“But I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know what you want.”
“I’ll tell you. Your work in the house has been upstairs work, hasn’t it?”
“Yes, sir. I did up the rooms—some of them,” she added cautiously.
“What rooms? Front rooms, rear rooms
