He raised his eyes rather quickly. “Broken,” he repeated. “Was it indeed? Well, well! and who broke it, my little one?”
“No one. Uncle must have left it on the shelf over the washbasin, and the wind blew it over.”
“Any questions asked about it?” inquired Randall.
“Do you mean by the police? Yes, I think so. Not to me.”
Randall sighed. “I wonder who regrets Aunt Gertrude's officiousness most,” he said. “The Matthews family, or Superintendent Hannasyde?”
“I don't know, but talking of Aunt Gertrude, what on earth have you been saying to her? She says she's never been so insulted in her life.”
“I shouldn't think she has,” said Randall.
“What did you say?” persisted Stella.
“Merely that if I were married to her I should keep several mistresses,” Randall replied.
She could not help giving a gurgle of laughter, but she said: “Well, really, I do think that's about the limit! It's about the rudest thing you could say.”