ment while I was on duty," he blurted, with frightened emphasis. "Nobody! I never left the board from the time she went out until quitting time."
"Couldn't any one have come in the side door?"
"What! Was it unlocked?" Spively's tone was startled. "It never is unlocked at night. The janitor bolts it when he leaves at six."
"And you didn't unbolt it last night for any purpose? Think!"
"No, sir, I didn't!" He shook his head earnestly.
"And you are positive that no one got into the apartment through the front door after Miss Odell left?"
"Positive! I tell you I didn't leave the board the whole time, and nobody could've got by me without my knowing it. There was only one person that called and asked for her"
"Oh! So some one did call!" snapped Markham. "When was it? And what happened?—Jog your memory before you answer."
"It wasn't anything important," the youth assured him, genuinely frightened. "Just a fella who came in and rang her bell and went right out again."
"Never mind whether it was important or not." Markham's tone was cold and peremptory. "What time did he call?"
"About half past nine."
"And who was he?"
"A young fella I've seen come here several times to see Miss Odell. I don't know his name."
"Tell me exactly what took place," pursued Markham.
