Although the light was bad, she saw his face change, and she grew suddenly afraid. There was a fury in his eyes that made her quail; but he kept his self-control.
"So you were downstairs that night!"
"Yes," she said, and waited with tingling nerves, though she thought the worst was past. For a moment or two she had, perhaps, been in danger.
"What did you do with the thing?" he asked harshly. "Did you give it to Andrew Johnstone?"
"Why do you think I did that?"
Staffer saw he had blundered by hinting that the paper related to matters which might concern Andrew.
"Never mind; answer me!"
"I burned it at once, without opening it."
He looked at her as if he found this impossible to believe.
"It is quite true," she said with forced calm.