The maid assented with a nervous nod: "Ten minutes ago, about. He's with
the lady now--"
"Lady!" the chauffeur echoed. "But I thought it was Mr. Marbridge--"
"I mean the other lady," the maid explained--"the one what done the
shooting. When Mr. Marbridge got the gun away from her, he locked her up
in the bathroom, and then she had hysterics. The doctor's trying to make
her hush, so's she won't disturb the other tenants, but.... You can hear
yourself how she's carrying on."
In a pause that followed, Matthias was conscious of the sound of
high-pitched and incessant laughter, slightly muffled, emanating from
some distant part of the flat.