“I saw it when I was serving her.”
“And at the time of the alarm?”
“I did not look that way.”
“Well, I believe that will be all. No, I have one more question. What do you think became of the handbag?”
“I couldn’t rightly say, Miss. I only know that I didn’t like the looks of that woman with Mrs. Willoughby. She was a queer one.”
“Queer? In what way?”
The waiter shrugged his shoulders.
“I can’t rightly say—it was just a feeling I had. Now if you’ve finished with me I’ll go back to my work.”
Nancy nodded absently and the waiter departed with alacrity.
“Do you wish to question any of the others?” the manager asked politely.
“Perhaps it won’t be necessary. Have you engaged any new help recently?”
“Indeed, I haven’t,” and the manager smiled. “I am looking for another