“Will you plead for me?” she asked.
“That is outside my province,” was the disappointing reply. “I understood you to say, Miss Maynard, that you came here that night for shelter from the storm. Did you arrive at the house before Marsland or after him?”
There was a moment of hesitation before her reply was given.
“A few minutes before him.”
“No doubt you will materially assist the police by giving them a full account of what you know,” said Crewe.
CHAPTER XV
“Good morning, sergeant.”
“Good morning, Miss Maynard. What can I do for you?”
It was seldom that Sergeant Westaway was so obliging as to make a voluntary offer of his services, but then it was still more seldom that a young lady of Miss Maynard’s social standing came to seek his advice or assistance at the police station. As the daughter of a well-to-do lady, Miss Maynard was entitled to official respect.