"Very well, miss, since you will have it! You are a suspect!"
"Angela' breathed Vicky, with the most melting look through her lashes, and turned towards the door.
Ermyntrude came in. Before anyone could speak, Vicky had cast herself upon the maternal bosom. "Oh, mother, mother, don't let them!"
The Inspector opened his mouth, and shut it again. Mary said indignantly: 'Vicky, it's not fair! Stop it!"
Ermyntrude clasped her daughter in her arms. Over Vicky's golden head, she cast a flaming look at Hemingway. "What have you been saying to her?" she demanded, in a voice that would have made a braver man than Hemingway quail. "Tell me this instant!"
"It isn't his fault!" sobbed Vicky. "Alexiss has told him about my shooting, and being on the scene! Oh mother, I knew all along Alexis thought I'd done it, but I never, never thought he'd set the police on to me!"
"Oh!" said Mary, in a choking voice.
"Alexis told you?" Ermyntrude said terribly.
"Look here, madam '
"You called to me, Trudinka?" said the Prince, appearing suddenly in the doorway. "Ah, but what is this? What has distressed the little Vicky?"