Mr Orgles poured out the tea; as he did so, he turned his head so that his glance could fall on Mavis.
"Bread and butter, or cake?"
"Neither, thank you."
"Then drink this tea."
Mr Orgles brought a cup of tea to where Mavis was standing. On his way, he closed the door that she had left open. He placed the tea on a table beside her and took up a piece of bread and butter.
"No, thank you," said Mavis again.
"What?"
He had taken a large bite out of his piece of bread and butter. He stared at the girl in open-mouthed surprise.
Mavis was fascinated by the bite of food in his mouth and the tooth-marks in the piece of bread and butter from which it had been torn.
"Now we'll have a cosy little chat about this most unfortunate business."