“Was Mr. Barringcourt living in the city before Mr. Todbrook’s death?”
“Oh, no! I don’t think he had ever been here before. He took me to the opera one Wednesday night, and he said it was only the second time he had been there.”
“The opera? Did you like it?”
“Yes, I liked it; but it made my head ache. I was trying to remember something all the time.”
“Do you often go out with him?”
“Oh, no; that would be to get oneself talked about. Besides, so long as we remain here, I am but a servant.”
“Why does Mr. Barringcourt keep me here?”
“I expect you have some secret he wishes to discover, otherwise he would not trouble himself about you. When he took me to the opera it was to discover something.”
“What?”
“I don’t know.”