"My nephew has it," replied Miss Pett. "He's a solicitor, and he made it."
"What is your nephew's name and address?" asked Brereton.
"Mr. Christopher Pett, 23b Cursitor Street," answered Miss Pett, readily enough.
"Have you let him know of Mr. Kitely's death?"
"Yes. I sent him a telegram first thing this morning."
"Asking him to bring the will?"
"No, I did not!" exclaimed Miss Pett, indignantly. "I never mentioned the will. Mr. Kitely was very fond of my nephew—he considered him a very clever young man."
"We shall, no doubt, have the pleasure of seeing your nephew," remarked Brereton. "Well, now, I want to ask you a question or two about yourself. What had you been before you became housekeeper to Mr. Kitely?"
"Housekeeper to another gentleman!" replied Miss Pett, acidly.
"Who was he?"