“I resent the way you put that, Mr. Hudson,” Olive looked at him haughtily, “but I answer, yes. My friends agreed with me that Mr. Gately was unreasonable in his commands and that I was not bound to obey them.”
“But you are now freed from his injustice.”
“That is a brutal speech and unworthy of any man! My freedom is too dearly purchased at such a fearful price!”
“Are you sure you think so?”
“What are you implying, Mr. Hudson? Speak out! Do you think I killed my guardian?”
“There are people that do think that, Miss Raynor.”
“Leave this house!” cried Olive, rising. “Such words can not be spoken here!”
“Now, now, miss, dramatics won’t get you anywheres! There is evidence against you, or so the police think, and it’s up to me to tell you that we must ask you not to go out of town without acquainting us of the fact. We do not accuse you, but we do want you where we can communicate with you at will. I am going now Miss Raynor. I came only to make sure on a few points,—which I have done,—and to tell you to remain within call. Indeed, I may as well tell you that any attempt to get away will be frustrated.”
“You mean I am under surveillance!”
“That’s about it, miss.”