“As sure ’s deith, my lord.”
The marquis tried the door and found it immovable. “You say she had the key?”
“No, my lord: I said she had keys, but whether she had the key, I doobt if she kent hersel’. It may ha’ been ane o’ the bundle yet to try.”
“You’re a sharp fellow,” said the marquis. “I wish I had such a servant about me.”
“I wad mak a some rouch ane, I doobt,” returned Malcolm, laughing.
His lordship was of another mind, but pursued the subject no farther.
“I have a vague recollection,” he said, “of some room in the house having an old story or legend connected with it. I must find out. I daresay Mrs Courthope knows. Meantime you hold your tongue. We may get some amusement out of this.”
“I wull, my lord, like a deid man an’ beeryt.”
“You can—can you?”
“I can, my lord.”