"Not long—" I said.
"How long ago?"
"Just a few days."
"How many days?" says he, as determined as he could be.
"The day Mary Russell went," I said.
"That's three days ago," says father. "Why, Kitty, you didn't tell us that," says he. "I thought it was ever so much longer."
"Did you see the watch last before that young woman left, or after she was gone?" says the policeman.
"After," I said; and I heard mother give a sort of sigh of relief.
"Sure?"
"Yes," I said.