"Yes, I know you were happy. Then when she went away your uncle took you?"
"Yes, and Cora."
"And wasn't Cora kind to you?"
Bertie shook his head. "I don't know," he said. It seemed as if the recollection of his uncle's housekeeper made him retreat at once into the protective shell.
"Just let me ask you one more question. Your Uncle Nick was here at the island last summer. He didn't bring you with him. Where were you then?"
"Home."
"Alone?"
"No, with Cora."
"But wouldn't Cora like you to draw a pretty picture for her?"