“Never mind auntie now. I want to tell you about your cousin.”
“Then you’ve seen her?”
“No.”
“But you know where she is?”
“No.”
“Then what can you tell me about her?”
“Everything! Sit down, please. Remember you asked me to help you and I promised to do so.”
Mrs. Burton had managed to switch on the lights in the big reception room back of the hallway and was searching behind curtains, under books, behind pictures and in innumerable other places, after the manner of hysterical women.
“I said I would help you, you know,” ran on Barnes.
“Yes,” and Sadie looked up into his eyes confidently.