“Did you see Miss Kitty last night?”
“Ye–es, sir.”
“Where?”
“She comed into the kitchen, sir.”
“After we had gone to bed?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you said nothing just now?”
“No, sir, I didn’t like to.”
“That will do. Be off,” said the old man sternly. “Laura. Here!”
Mrs Lavington followed her brother back into the dining-room.