Part 44 (1/2)
”Yes, not any later.”
”It was twelve when I got back to my room,” averred Dorcas. ”Any one who tells a different story is making it up.”
There was no doubting the statement of the clear young voice or the truth stamped on the sweet young face, and all present believed her.
Mrs Everett forebore to chide, so interested was she in learning if this confession would clear her from suspicion.
”We must look up the girl who told the story,” said the detective. ”The statement was about a veiled figure, and the a.s.sertion that it was Miss Everett was not from a dependable source. But I believe Miss Everett implicitly, and I want to see about some other details before I go further in the matter at all.
”I'll see that girl who told you the yarn, Penny,” Zizi said, thoughtfully; ”you go and look up those other people,--you know----”
”Very well, go ahead. It was Molly.”
”Of course it was. She's a _News-Herald_. If you want to know _anything_ ask Molly. I'm going to ask her now.”
”I'll go with you,” volunteered Dorcas, looking a little nervous and agitated.
”Come along,” said Zizi, smiling at her, and Zizi's smile was full of comfort and cheer.
Mrs Everett began to say, ”Oh, no, my child,” but before she could protest Dorcas and Zizi had left the room.
”You see,” Zizi began to the other girl as they went to Zizi's room, ”Molly is crooked.”
”Lame?”
”No,” and Zizi smiled at such ignorance of crime slang. ”No, that means she isn't honest or, rather, honorable. She makes up yarns to suit herself, and often to suit some one else who pays well for being suited.
Now, we'll get her in here and quiz her, and you say little or nothing at first, until we see what's doing.”
Molly was summoned and Zizi began in a straightforward way:
”Molly, you saw some one in the halls the night of the Binney murder.
You've said it was Miss Everett. Here's Miss Everett, do you still say so?”
”Lord, no, Miss. I've found out who it was, and it was a man.”
”You said a woman.”
”I know I did, but I--I made a mistake. It was sorta dark, you know.”
”And you take back the statement that you saw a woman?”
”I do, miss.”
”Who paid you to do that?”
”n.o.body, miss.” Molly's round, blue eyes seemed truthful, but Zizi was not sure.