"You're jolly good to your sisters, George."
"Oh, well, they're very decent to me. I took it out, and they weren't anywhere to be seen."
"No, I suppose not. Well, if you ask me, I think it's a pretty clear case."
"I haven't told you everything yet. I didn't quite know what to do with myself, so I thought I'd go exploring. There are lots of funny attics and places up in the roof. I found a rummy little place I'd never seen before, where I shouldn't wonder if priests usen't to hide."
"Anything in it?"
"Only a dead bat. I suppose I was up there about half an hour. I'd got pretty mucky, and was just brushing some of it off by a little window, when I saw Dick coming out of the stables on his horse. I didn't see his face, but he looked as if he was waxy."
"That would be, what—an hour after lunch?"
"Yes, I should think about. Well, I came down the stairs from the attics into the corridor that goes round that corner, and there was B standing just behind the curtain of the window looking out after him."
"Did she see you?"
"Yes, of course. She was awfully annoyed, and said I'd given her a fright."