"Why, what an awful thing!" was her final comment. Then as if seized by a sudden thought she turned on Dixon.
"Were all the windows and doors locked last night?"
"All on the lower floor, Mrs. Price. Me and Isaac went round them before we started for the village, and there's not a night—"
Suzanne cut him off brusquely:
"Then how could any one get in to do it?"
There was a curious, surging movement among the servants, a mutter of protest. Mr. Janney intervened:
"You'd better let matters alone, Suzanne. Detectives are coming and they'll inquire into all that sort of thing."
"I suppose I can ask a question if I like," she said pertly, then suddenly; looking about the hall, "Where's Miss Maitland?"
"In town," said her mother.
"Oh—she went in, did she? I thought her day off was Thursday."