“Had she no luggage—did she take nothing with her?”
“Nothing. Not so much as a hand-bag.”
“What time was this?”
“It struck six a few minutes after I went back to the kitchen.”
“What about the letter—and the box your mistress spoke of?”
“There they are, sir, on the parlour table, where she left them. I’m not going to touch them,” said the girl, with emphasis. “She told me not, and I’m not going to disobey her.”
“To whom is the letter addressed?”
“Do you mean who it’s for, sir?”
“Yes.”
“It’s for his lordship—and it’s to lie there till his lordship sends for it.”