“No, I really don't know what she has. I could tell you one or two things, of course; but I couldn't guarantee to remember them all.”
Flamborough switched off to a fresh line.
“This maid of yours was reliable? I mean, she couldn't have been a confederate of the burglar by any chance?”
Silverdale shook his head.
“Quite out of the question, I should say. That maid had been with us ever since we were married; and before that she'd been in service with an aunt of mine who died. She'd always had a good character, and she was old enough not to do anything silly.”
“An old family retainer? I see, sir. And you never had any friction with her, I suppose?”
“Certainly not.”
Flamborough returned to his earlier line of inquiry.
“You can't think of anything else a burglar might have had his eye on in your house, sir? Apart from the jewellery, I mean.”
Silverdale seemed taken aback by the question.