"That is absurd," said Maud, looking at her uncle, while a red spot of colour burned on either pale cheek. "I don't believe that you have anything to do with the matter."
"Then what did you mean by addressing Walker as you did, when you revived in the gallery?" demanded Mr. Tait sharply.
"I simply said, 'Oh, George, you!'" said the girl quietly; "and that because I felt glad he was there to help me."
"He didn't help you in the least," remarked Tait grimly.
"He would have had I asked him," she retorted. "Would you not, Mr. Walker?"
"Certainly."
"It's not George this time, then," muttered the stockbroker. "Well, Maud, perhaps you will tell me what you were doing in the gallery."
Maud's eyes sought those of the man she loved, but she replied without hesitation. "I'll tell you what I did not tell the police, uncle. The inspector believes that I came down because I heard a noise."
"Like Walker here."
"He did not come down for that reason."