“Yes.”
“And so, to shield Bates, who you thought had killed her, you lied right and left, even trying to incriminate Miss Stuart?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Have you seen Bates since?”
“No, sir.”
“And until now you have thought he killed your mistress?”
“I didn’t know.”
“Another thing, Estelle; you put bromide in the glass of milk in order that Miss Carrington might sleep soundly, and not hear Bates come in?”
“She didn’t drink that milk!”
“But you fixed it, thinking she would?”