"Just show me, as near as you can, will you?"
She looked frowningly at him, as though suspicious of a trap. After a moment, she rose, and went to the table, lifting the receiver from the rest with her left hand, and laying it on the table.
"No nearer to the edge than that?"
"I don't think so. I'm not sure, but I think this is how I left it."
"Thanks; you can put it back now. Who was on the landing outside the drawing-room when you took the call for Seaton-Carew last night?"
"My employer."
"No one else?"
She frowned. "No. Not at once. Mr. Butterwick came out of the room, but he wasn't there at first."
"Did he come out in time to hear your conversation with Mrs. Haddington?"
"I don't know. I wasn't paying much heed to him."