"What was it, then, Lady Mary, you hid behind the plants in the conservatory?"
"I hid nothing there."
"And in the oak chest on the landing?"
"My skirt."
"You went out—why?—to meet Cathcart?"
"Yes."
"Who was the other man?"
"What other man?"
"The other man who was in the shrubbery. A tall, fair man dressed in a Burberry?"
"There was no other man."