She looked at the officer and tried to speak.
“There’s a servant,” said the policeman; “perhaps he knows something.”
A man dressed in shirt and trousers was coming down the stairs.
“I can’t make him hear,” he said, “or Lady Maxell, either.”
“What has happened?” asked Timothy.
“I don’t know, sir. The young lady woke me and asked me to rouse Sir John.”
“Wait, wait,” said the girl. “I am sorry I am so silly. I am probably making a lot of trouble over nothing. It happened nearly an hour ago, I was asleep and I heard a sound; thought I was dreaming of what happened last night. It sounded like two shots, but, whatever it was, it woke me.”
Timothy nodded.
“I know. I thought I heard them too,” he said.
“Then you were out there all the time?” she asked and put out her hand to him.