“Look at that,” he began.
“Then you shouldn’t—”
“Silence!” said Uncle Josiah. “Mrs Wimble, did you sweep up this room to-day?”
“That I did, sir, and dusted too, and if there’s any dust, it must be an—”
“Hush! Don’t talk so. Listen to me. Did you find any money on the floor?”
“Sakes alive, sir, no.”
“You are quite sure?”
“Oh yes, sir, quite sure. Have you dropped anything?”
“Yes! No! That will do.”
Mrs Wimble stared.