“Yes, there was Mr. George. As I told you, he came at about a quarter or ten minutes to eleven, and left at about 11.30.”
“Did anybody else visit the house that night?”
“No—there was no one else.”
“Now, I want you to be very careful. Are you positive that no one else called?”
“Yes—I mean, no. I had quite forgotten. At a few minutes after ten Mr. Walter Brooklyn—Sir Vernon’s brother—came. He sent up his name to Sir Vernon, and asked him to see him at once. He said it was about something important.”
“Did Sir Vernon see him?”
“No. He sent down word by one of the temporary men-servants he couldn’t see him. He told him to see Mr. Prinsep or to write.”
“Then, did Mr. Walter Brooklyn go up to see Mr. Prinsep?”
“No. He seemed mighty annoyed, he did. Said to me things were coming to a pretty pass when a man wouldn’t see his own brother. Then he took himself out of the house in a rage, and I shut the door after him.”
“Did you see anything more of him?”