“Was she facing him?”
“N-no. Facing the doors.”
“Right. And then?”
“Well, I p-pushed the button and we went down.”
“What happened next?”
“When we’d got about half-way d-down, she started screaming. I hadn’t looked at either of those two. I just heard the scream and jumped like hell and sort of automatically shoved down the stop button. So we stopped. We were nearly down. Just below the first floor.”
“Yes?”
“Well, of course, I turned round. I didn’t see Uncle G. She was between us, with her b-back to me, yelling in a disgusting sort of way. It was b-beastly. As sudden as a train whistle. I’ve always hated t-train whistles. She moved away a bit and I l-looked and s-saw him.”
“What did you see?”
“You know what it was.”