Trix lowered her chin, and considered briefly.
“Just nothing, now I come to think of it, beyond the fact that he was Mr. Danver. But then I’d really been the first to volunteer that piece of information. I haven’t the faintest notion why there’s all this mystery, and why he has pretended to be dead. He didn’t want me to know that. So please don’t say anything that could tell me. He said I could talk to you.”
“I won’t,” smiled Doctor Hilary answering the request.
They walked on a few steps in silence.
“But what I should like to know,” he said after a minute, “is how you managed to get inside the house at all?”
“Oh dear!” sighed Trix twisting her glove round her wrist.
Doctor Hilary looked rather surprised.
“Don’t say if you’d rather not,” he remarked quickly.
Trix sighed again.
“Oh, I may as well. It will only be the third time I’ve had to own up.”