Dust lay thick on others apparently locked, and untouched for many years.

The light filtered into the dusty attic through a dirty window, and the floor was strewn with straw and other rubbish.

Miss Saxon did not know the detective and her face resumed its normal color and expression.
"Who are you and what do you want ?" she asked, casting a nervous look at the cornice.
Jennings removed his hat.

"I beg your pardon," he said politely.
"Mrs.Pill showed me up here when I asked to see you." "She had no right," said Juliet, looking at her dress, which was rather dusty, "come downstairs and tell me who you are." She appeared anxious to get him out of the room, and walked before him out of the door.

As she passed through Jennings contrived to shut it as though her dress had caught the lower part.