Helen stretched her hand towards the bell, but Sally said curtly: "I'll see him out," and strode to the door and opened it.
When she returned to the library she found her sister pacing up and down, a twisted handkerchief being jerked between her hands. She looked at her under frowning brows, and inquired: "So now what?"
"What am I going to do?"
"Search me. Do you feel inclined to tell me the truth?"
"What I have already said is the truth, and nothing will make me go back on it!" Helen said, holding Sally's eyes with her own.
There was a slight pause. "All right," Sally said. "I don't know that I blame you."
Chapter Ten
Joining his superior outside the gate, Sergeant Hemingway said: "Nothing much to be made of it my end. Did you shake the fair Helen?"
"No. She's sticking to it that her story's true. She's bound to, of course. I didn't expect her to go back on it. What I did want to do - and what I rather fancy I succeeded in doing - was to frighten her. Did you get anything out of the servants?"
"Precious little. The butler saw young Neville walking off down the drive at about 12.30 that night, which makes it look as though what he told me was true. Otherwise, I wasted my time. Old-fashioned sort of servants: been employed there several years, seem to be fond of both master and mistress, and aren't talking. Come to think of it, it's a pity there aren't more like them - though not from our point of view. Did you get the impression Mrs. North was working in cahoots with her husband, or what?"