The curl of her lip and the shrug of her shoulders won no attention.
"It went across the garden from the door—across towards the gate," said Marjory, "towards the path down. I heard it. It came from near the door. I heard it."
Mrs. Dennison shook her head. The girl sprang forward and again caught her by the arm.
"You heard too?" she cried. "I know you heard!" and a challenge rang in her voice.
"I didn't hear," she repeated impatiently, "but I daresay you did. Perhaps it was a man—a thief, or somebody lost in the fog. Would you like me to wake the footman? I can tell him to take a lantern and look if anyone's in the garden."
Marjory took no notice of the offer.
"But if it was anyone, he'll have gone now," continued Maggie Dennison, "your opening the window will have frightened him. You made such a noise—you woke me up."
"Were you asleep?" came in quick question.
"Yes," answered Mrs. Dennison steadily, "I was asleep. Couldn't you sleep?"
"Sleep? No, I couldn't sleep. I was afraid."