"Y-es, sir."
There was a slight stir in the body of the court due to the fact that Miss Fewbanks and Mrs. Holymead had risen and were making their way to the door. The fashionably-dressed women in the court stared with much interest at the daughter of the murdered man, whom most of them knew, in order to see how she was taking the disclosures about her dead father's private life.
"And sometimes there were quarrels between your late master and these visitors, were there not?" continued Holymead.
"Quarrels, sir?"
"Surely you know that under the influence of wine some people become quarrelsome?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, did your late master's nocturnal visitors ever become quarrelsome?"
"Sometimes, sir."
"In the exercise of your confidential duties did you sometimes see quarrelsome ladies off the premises?"
"Sometimes, sir."