"Don't know! But you knew this morning!" The green eyes suddenly laughed at her. "I say, don't try to drink that yet!" he said. "You'll choke if you do. Go on! Tell me some more about Mrs. Briggs! Did she give you any of that filthy concoction she calls rhubarb wine?"
"It isn't filthy! It's delicious," declared Olga. "You can't have tasted it."
"Oh, yes, I had some the day the old woman died. In fact, I was trying to sleep off the effects that afternoon, when you caught me in Uncle Nick's library. It's horribly strong stuff. I suppose that is what made you so late for luncheon?"
"Indeed, it wasn't! We went to the Priory before coming home."
"Oh! What for?"
"Some things Violet wanted."
"What things?" said Max.
She looked at him in surprise. "I'm sure I don't know. I'm not so inquisitive as you are. You had better ask Violet."
"Ask me what?" said Violet, detaching her attention from Major
Hunt-Goring for a moment.
"Nothing," said Max. "I was only wondering how many glasses of rhubarb wine you had at 'The Ship.'"