“We can still talk in French,” said Frid.
“It’s not the same. We don’t understand each other in the same way.”
“We don’t understand each other now,” said Henry.
“I don’t know what you mean,” cried Charlot.
“I mean that I don’t think Aunt V. killed Uncle G.”
“Why, why, why?”
“Because she’s asked for his body.”
“She’s mad,” said Frid.
“Mad or sane, and in my opinion she’s not as mad as all that, I don’t believe she’d want his company if she’d dug a skewer into his brain and murdered him.”
Nobody answered Henry. The silence was broken by Lady Katherine Lobe. Lady Katherine had turned her deaf, inquisitive face to each of the Lampreys as they spoke. She now rose and going to her nephew laid her hand upon his arm.