“Come, dear, come.” Lady Chantry strove with her. “The Inspector only wants you to say how you left her and how you found her.”
“Edith, you must control yourself.” The matron lifted her voice.
“I hate you,” the girl cried, and tore herself away and rushed out of the room.
“She’ll have to speak, you know, ma’am,” the inspector said.
“I am very sorry to say she has always had a passionate temperament,” said the matron.
“Poor child!” Lady Chantry rose. “She was so fond of the doctor, you see. I’ll go to her, matron, and see what I can do.”
“Does anyone here know what the girl was up to this afternoon, ma’am?” said the inspector.
“I will try to find out for you,” said the matron, and rang her bell.
“Well, well,” said Reggie Fortune. “Every little helps. You might find out what all the other people were doing this afternoon.”
The matron stared at him. “Surely you’re not thinking of the visitors, Mr. Fortune?”