“Where is your mistress?”
“I don’t know, sir. She told me to come up and dust the room.” A pause. “I—er—really don’t know.”
“Go and find her. Ask her to speak to me at once.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Half a minute, Jenkins. It was you who brought my milk up?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where did you take it from?”
“Mistress gave it me with her own hands, sir.”
“And you brought it direct to me?”
“Yes, sir.”