"Oh, I thought maybe she kept 'em locked up when she had 'em on." Heath's antagonism had been aroused by the maid's attitude; he could not have failed to note that she had consistently omitted the punctilious "sir" when answering him. He now stood up and pointed loweringly to the black document-box on the rosewood table.
"Ever see that before?"
The woman nodded indifferently. "Many times."
"Where was it generally kept?"
"In that thing." She indicated the Boule cabinet with a motion of the head.
"What was in the box?"
"How should I know?"
"You don't know—huh?" Heath thrust out his jaw, but his bullying attitude had no effect upon the impassive maid.
"I've got no idea," she replied calmly. "It was always kept locked, and I never saw Miss Odell open it."
The Sergeant walked over to the door of the living-room closet.
"See that key?" he asked angrily.
Again the woman nodded; but this time I detected a look of mild astonishment in her eyes.
"Was that key always kept on the inside of the door?"
"No; it was always on the outside."
Heath shot Vance a curious look. Then, after a moment's frowning contemplation of the knob, he waved his hand to the detective who had brought the maid in.
"Take her back to the reception-room, Snitkin,
