Sir Thomas looked troubled and angry.
“Well, she’s here now, and behaved perfectly well, poor thing. She’s been to see him.”
“She has also got a full confession out of him,” Dr. Lucian interposed. “Until she’d been with him for a bit, the poor boy was persisting in senseless denials of the whole thing. He owned up, when he was with her.”
“I imagine that the hysterical confessions or denials of a person of Cecil’s mental calibre will hardly affect the point at issue,” said Ford drily.
Sir Thomas fastened upon the wording, rather than the meaning, of the speech.
“Mental, yes. That’s it, Ford. He’s deficient, you know. Not responsible. I saw directly that was the line to take.”
Rose came in.
There was an interchange of looks between her and Ford Aviolet. No more.
“Come along,” said Sir Thomas.
Ford, opening the door for his sister-in-law, nodded at Lucian.