“You’re right, it isn’t,” agreed the Chief, and he glared at Jenny, who was utterly unmoved by his sternness.

“Well, ain’t I behaving pretty?” and the silly thing giggled archly and folded her hands with an air of mock meekness.

Continued harsh words from the Chief, however, made her at last tell a straight and coherent story, but it threw no light on the mysterious caller. In fact, Jenny knew nothing whatever of him, save that she saw or thought she saw him run downstairs, with a pistol in his hand.

“What sort of hat did the man wear?” asked the Chief, to get some sort of description.

“I don’t know,—a soft hat, I guess.”

“Not a Derby?”

“Oh, yes! I do believe it was a Derby! And he had on an overcoat——”

“A dark one?”

“No,—sort of—oh, I guess it wasn’t an overcoat,—but a, you know, Norfolk jacket, like.”

“A Norfolk, and no overcoat on a day like yesterday! I don’t believe you saw any man at all, Jenny!”

“Do you know, that’s what I think sometimes, Mr. Chief! It almost seems’s if I dreamed it.”

“What do you mean! Don’t you dare guy me, miss!”

“I’m not,” and Jenny’s saucy face looked serious enough now. “But it was all so fearful sudden, and I was so struck all of a heap, that I just can’t say what was so and what wasn’t!”

“That does seem to be your difficulty. You sit over there and think the matter over, while I talk to your sister.”

Minny, a quiet, pretty girl, was as reticent as Jenny was voluble. But after all, she had little to tell. She had brought no one up in her elevator to see Mr. Gately beside Miss Raynor that she knew of except the man named Smith and Mrs. Driggs.

“Did these people all go down in your car, too?”

“I’m not sure. The cars were fairly crowded, and I know Miss Raynor did not, but I’m not 

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