"They were there, madam," he said.
Berry looked round uneasily.
"I think, perhaps," he began stooping to feel under his chair, "I think—I mean, fearing lest in the confusion…."
He broke off, to stare at a small silver bowl which was as bare as his hand.
Daphne took a deep breath.
"And that was full," she said witheringly. "And you sat there and let us feel all over the table, and pretended you were looking, and put Jill's hand in the ginger, and all the time——"
"I never ate one," said Berry. "I never…." He stopped short and looked round the room. "Nobby!"
The Sealyham emerged from beneath the table, wide-eyed, expectant.
Sternly my brother-in-law held out the bowl.
Never was guilt more plainly betrayed.