“Wouldn’t I just! I’d quiz a scullery maid, if I could get a glimmer of light on our dark problem. Pull Jennie in and let me take a shot at her.”
Obediently, Lora touched a bell and Jennie appeared.
She was a trim, tidy young person, in a neat uniform, and her attitude was perfect.
She stood at attention and awaited orders.
Kee looked at her, and then said, slowly, “You have been living at Mr. Tracy’s?”
“Yes, sir.” The reply was calm, respectful and quite unperturbed.
“Why did you leave there?”
“The butler and housekeeper decided to reduce the staff, and I asked that I might be one of those to leave.”
Kee studied her more closely. Clearly, she was superior to the general run of servants.
“Why did you wish to leave?”