“I’ll do anything for your sake, missus! goodness knows I will!” said Pina, as she swallowed the wine.
“Give her another glass, mum. She’ll hardly feel that in her condition,” advised the experienced policeman.
Drusilla hesitated. But Anna, less scrupulous, took the bottle and glass from her hand, filled the glass again and put it to Pina’s lips with a peremptory:
“Drink this at once.”
“Must I, missus?” asked Pina, turning to her mistress.
“Yes,” answered Drusilla.
And Pina swallowed the second portion of wine.
“Now,” said the policeman, after a few moments, extending his hand to Pina, lifting her up and placing her upon a chair—“now, my good girl, open your mouth and tell us all, how and about the loss of the child.”
“Oh,” cried Pina, bursting into tears afresh, “it was him at the bottom of it all, I know it was!”
“Who?” inquired E. 48.