"Thank you," said Winter grimly.
Rosalind and her mother came in. Both ladies had been weeping, but the girl's eyes shone with another light than that of tears when she cried vehemently:
"You are the responsible official here, I understand. I have no word for that man," and she transfixed Furneaux with a tragic finger, "but I do appeal to someone who may have a sense of decency——"
"You have come to see me about Mr. Osborne?" broke in Winter, for Rosalind's utterance was choked by a sob.
"Yes, of course. Are you aware——"
"I am aware of everything, Miss Marsh. Please be seated; and you, too, Mrs. Marsh. Mr. Osborne is in no danger whatsoever. I cannot explain, but you must trust the police in this matter."
"Ah, so he said," and Rosalind shot a fiery glance at the unabashed Furneaux.
"Seen anybody?" he asked, with an amiable smirk.
"What do you mean?"
"Has anybody been gloating over Mr. Osborne's arrest?"