“Mrs. Seymour Fentolin sent down a hamper for you,” the woman replied, “with a message from Mr. Fentolin. He said that nothing among the oddments left by your father had been preserved, but that you were welcome to anything you desired, if you would let them know at the Hall.”
“It is very kind of both of them,” Hamel said thoughtfully.
The woman stood still for a moment, looking at him. Then she drew a step nearer.
“Has Mr. Fentolin given you the key of the shed?” she asked, very quietly.
Hamel shook his head.
“We don’t need the place, do we?”
“He did not give you the key?” she persisted.
“Mr. Fentolin said that he had some things in there which he wished to keep locked up,” he explained.
She remained thoughtful for several moments. Then she turned away.
“No,” she said, “it was not likely he would not give you that key!”