“And when you went home darkness had fallen?”
“I believe so. Why do you ask?”
“We shall see. And on your way across the city you were accompanied by a man?”
“Sir, you have no right——”
“And this man walked with you across the Malleson foot-bridge?”
Pallid, with startled eyes, with clenched hands, she cried out again:
“I say you have no right——”
“And in the middle of the bridge, this man, with his arm around your waist——”
“Stop!”
It was not Mary Bradley this time. It was the rector of Christ Church who spoke. He was on his feet. His eyes were flashing and his voice was resonant with anger. “Stop! You shall not bully and insult this woman. I’ll not permit it.”