“Oh, that’s different!” she cried.
Then he questioned her about Mrs. Ilam.
“I was at the kitchen window, preparing your milk, and the window was open, and Mrs. Ilam came up outside, and told me that Jos was unwell, and wanted to see me.”
“Did she touch the milk?”
“Touch the milk? No; why should she touch the milk?”
“Could she reach to touch the milk, supposing she had wished to?”
“I dare say she could. Yes, she could. But why?”
“Could you swear absolutely she didn’t?”
“I couldn’t swear; but I’m nearly sure. Carlos, what do you mean?”
“I’ll show you what I mean!” said Carpentaria.