"Do you?" said Edith, answering one by asking another.
"I don't know what to think," replied Gebb, crossly.
"Neither do I," responded Miss Wedderburn; and then for quite two minutes there was a dead silence. It was broken by Gebb.
"Was Miss Gilmar unpopular in these parts?" he asked.
"Very unpopular; the people round here called her Mrs. Harpagon, from her miserly habits."
"Did you like her, Miss Wedderburn?"
"No!" replied the girl, coolly, "I did not; neither did she like me. There was no love lost between us. She wanted a caretaker, and I wished for a home. My staying here is a simple matter of business."
"But surely you are sorry to hear of her murder?"
"I am not utterly without heart, Mr. Gebb, although you seem to think so. Yes, I am sorry. I would be sorry for any one who met with so cruel a death."
"Had Miss Gilmar any enemies?" asked Gebb, impatient of this fencing which kept him at a distance.