"What was the idea?"
Rosemary said nothing.
"I asked you a question, Rosemary. Please answer me. What made you do a thing like this without consulting some one? Did Winnie know?"
"No," said Rosemary reluctantly, "Winnie didn't know. No one did. I wanted to earn some money, Hugh."
Then came the question she had been dreading.
"What for?"
Rosemary nervously knotted and unknotted her handkerchief. Her blue eyes roved around the familiar room and came back to the grim face and the dark eyes which watched her relentlessly.
"Oh, Hugh!" she cried desperately, "PLEASE!"
Her brother picked up a paper weight and studied it intently.
"Look here, Rosemary," he began more gently, "you deliberately disobeyed this afternoon when I asked you to stay in the house—"