"Yes; but suppose someone did kill him?"
"Look here! Wait a minute!"
"I want to know who was at the house that day," Jenny went on, "and where everybody was when it happened. I was only five years old then. Ricky, how well do you remember?"
The other tousled up his hair, digging the fingers in.
"Some parts of it very plainly, and others not at all. Because they get mixed up with different years. I was barely twelve myself. Besides, I didn't see it happen. I was in the back garden with Miss Upton. She had a head-lock on me."
"Ricky, please do be serious!"
“I am serious! Can't you remember Miss Upton the governess, with a build like Sandow and yet that refined la-di-da accent coming out of her mouth?"
"Yes. I remember. She was with your family four years."
"Well, I mean quite literally she had a wrestling-hold on me. Because I wanted to watch the hunt go past" Ricky paused. "You know, Jenny-angel, this subject…"
"Yes! It's been taboo in our families for all these years. Let's tear it apart!"