“The grounds are unreasonable.”
“Are they, Mr. Grimshaw?”
Lady Selina’s smooth, soft voice silenced the murmuring crowd. Breathlessly Grimshaw’s answer was awaited. He replied promptly:
“Not altogether.”
“Thank you.”
For the second time, using him as a sort of court of final appeal, she had triumphed, and triumph informed her tones. She continued, as quietly as before:
“I put it to you, as an impartial observer, as a comparative stranger to this village and its ways, is it unreasonable to give this man into custody pending a proper enquiry?”
“Perhaps not.”
The crowd buzzed with excitement. It was impossible to interpret that buzzing. Grimshaw continued professionally:
“As your medical attendant, Lady Selina, I must insist upon dressing your arm at once. I will go to Dr. Pawley’s dispensary to fetch what is necessary, and rejoin you at the Vicarage.”