When she went upstairs, Maggie was startled to find the door of her own room open. Miss Dolly was standing in there lighting a cigarette.
“How did you get in?” Maggie asked.
“I found the key in Neely’s room.”
Maggie went into the room slowly.
“Miss Dolly—”
“I’m too tired to talk, Maggie, too miserable.”
“Miss Dolly, we’ve got to talk. Miss Dolly, from the way Mrs. Getty described that man they found—”
“Oh, don’t!”
don’t“Miss Dolly I think that was Mr. Camford.”
“Don’t!”
Don’t!“I’m going to ask Captain Hofer to let me see him. And if it is Mr. Camford, I’m going to tell the truth.”
“Then wait, Maggie! Wait just one more day!”
one“You mean it is Mr. Camford?”
“Yes,” said Miss Dolly. “Yes, it is.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“He was—murdered,” said Miss Dolly. Her mouth was oddly
