"Did you expect to see Jerry?" asked her master, blandly.
The girl stared and turned even whiter than she was. "I thought it was Jerry, sir," she murmured, leaning against the balustrade. "He used to whistle like that when he came home!"
"I learned it from Jerry," said Conniston, mendaciously, "and I tried to see if it would bring you. Go downstairs, girl. There's nothing wrong."
Victoria stared at Conniston with a suspicious look in her hard eyes, and then with a toss of her head ran down the stairs. Dick returned to the room and shut the door. "What do you think now?"
"It was Judas sure enough," said Bernard.
"Of course. And the signal was given to someone in the house to intimate that you were outside. Who came out?"
"Mrs. Gilroy?"
"Ah! Then she must have been waiting for the signal. By the way, you always seemed mixed over Mrs. Gilroy. When we first met you said that she didn't like you. Then you said she was your friend. Now which do you think she is?"
"I can hardly say. She always pretended to be my friend. I was never sure of her."
"Then you can be sure of her now. She is your bitter enemy."