“You testify to that, Agatha Farleigh?”
“Testify?” she repeated blankly.
“It is my duty to warn you that anything said by you now may be used against you later.”
“What does this all mean?” groaned Cicely.
Her mother answered grimly: “It means something very terrible, child.”
As she spoke, Grimshaw, mounted upon the constable’s bicycle, was seen approaching.
“Mr. Grimshaw at last!” exclaimed Cicely. As he dismounted she said to him nervously: “Mother has been burnt.”
“Scorched, my dear; scorched.”
“It’s a very nasty burn,” said Cicely.
Grimshaw insisted upon instant examination. He unstrapped his bag, opened it, and took out a pair of scissors. Deftly he slit up the sleeve, saying: