"I noticed that you were fully dressed. Did you read anything after you went to your room?"
"No."
"Or write anything?"
"No."
"Or sew, or-- I don't know what girls do do when they go to their room! But did you do anything, and how long did it take you? You see I want to get an idea how long it was between the time you left Mr. Underwood after saying goodbye to him, and the time that you looked into your father's room."
"I don't know," she wailed, and Burton ground his teeth.
"But it may be very important! You must try to remember. It would have taken quite a while for any one to tie all those knots. Of course if he was with you in the garden he was not up in your father's room, and if we can prove that there was not time enough--"
But she had sprung to her feet with a little scream. "You don't think he will ever tell that I met him in the garden?"
"Aren't you going to tell, yourself?" asked Burton dryly.
She began to sob again, more with terror, it seemed, than anything else. "Papa would be--so angry."