"Yes," she answers, faintly, "tell him."
Edwards leaves the room. She turns to another of the men servants.
"You will ride to Chesholm and fetch Dr. Dane. On your way stop at the police station and apprise them. The rest of you go. Jane Pool, where is the baby?"
"Up stairs in the night nursery," Jane Pool answers sullenly.
"And crying, too—I hear him. Hannah," to the under nurse, "go up and remain with him. I am going to my own room. When," she pauses a second and speaks with an effort, "when Sir Victor comes, you will receive your further orders from him. I can do nothing more."
She left the room. Jane Pool looked ominously after her.
"No," she said, between her set lips; "you have done enough."
"Oh, Jane, hush!" Ellen whispers in terror.
There has still been no direct accusation, but they understand each other perfectly.
"When the time comes to speak, you'll see whether I'll hush," retorts Jane. "What was she doing in this room fifteen minutes before you found my lady dead? Why wouldn't she let me in? why did she tell me a lie? what made her say my lady was still asleep? Asleep! Oh, poor soul, to think of her being murdered here, while we were all enjoying ourselves below. And if I hadn't took away the baby its my opinion it would have been—"