‘Don’t snap at me like that, Anna. I know perfectly well. My poor father said over and over again that he had been betrayed, that there had been a traitor in the house. It was that that distracted him. He couldn’t bear the thought of it.’
‘And who do you suppose the traitor was?’ Anna asked angrily. ‘You are always thinking wrong of people.’
Lydia did not take any notice of this. She lay still, and seemed to be suffering; keen mental anguish.
‘Have you any opinion how the robbery was committed?’ asked Danevitch of Anna.
‘No.’
‘But surely you must have some idea.’
‘No, I haven’t.’
‘Do you think it possible, now, that such a crime could have been committed without a confederate in the camp?’
‘What do you mean?’ demanded the woman sternly, as though she resented the bare suspicion which the question implied.
‘My meaning is plain, surely. An utter stranger to the place could not have done this deed.’