One day she taxed him with it.
Rowcliffe had tried to excuse his early morning temper on the plea that he was "beastly tired."
"Tired?" she had said. "Of course you're tired if you went up to
Garthdale last night."
She added, "It isn't necessary."
He was silent and she knew that she was on his trail.
Two evenings later she caught him as he was leaving the house.
"Where are you going?" she said.
"I'm going up to Garthdale to see your father."
Her eyes flinched.
"You saw him yesterday."