"Lean people may have fits as well as fat ones," said I wisely.
"I am not doctor enough to say," said Miss Destiny wearily, "and I am very tired with the journey and the news I have received. Poor Anne, she was a good and faithful servant."
"She wasn't popular here," said Mrs. Faith tartly.
"She kept very much to herself," said Mrs. Giles, placing the eggs before Miss Destiny; "a very close woman."
"Anne never was one for gossip," observed Miss Destiny, sipping a cup of hot tea. "None knew her better than I."
"Tell us all about her," said Mrs. Faith curiously.
Miss Destiny shook her head. "I am too tired," she confessed, "and after I have had my supper I shall go to bed, if this honest woman permits. To-morrow I shall tell the police all I know."
"The police," said Mrs. Giles, with a start.
"Certainly." Miss Destiny looked hard at the greengrocer's wife. "As Anne is so mysteriously dead, and as her glass eye is missing, and as this gentleman's motor car has been carried off--so they told me at the shop--the police will certainly ask questions. I shall answer them."
Mrs. Faith struck in again. "But can you give any reason?"