“So it must have been taken out between last night and the early hours of the morning?”
Sir Charles bowed. “It would seem so—beyond argument.”
“Have you finished with me, sir?” interrupted Marshall. “If you ’ave”—her h’s were very uncertain and fugitive just now—“I should like to go—I’m feeling far from well. This shock ’as been a great blow to me.”
“No—I haven’t quite done with you, yet. You have just told me you sweep and clean the rooms.”
Marshall nodded.
“What time did you do Lady Considine’s bedroom, yesterday?”
Marshall never turned a hair.
“I ’aven’t never been in Lady Considine’s bedroom since I was engaged. Coombes sees to that as the master will tell you if you ask him! I know my place, and what’s better than that—I keep it.”
Baddeley looked her straight in the eyes, but Marshall never batted an eyelid.
“What Marshall says is quite true, Inspector,” interjected Sir Charles Considine. “Her duties do not take her into Lady Considine’s room.”