The man came into the room. “You sent for me, Mrs. Kippenberg?” he inquired.
“Yes, Gregg. You were at the door when Mr. Atherwald arrived?”
“I was, Madam.”
“I understand you handed him a note which he read.”
“Yes, Madam.”
“Who gave you the note?”
“Mrs. Latch, the cook. She told me it was brought to the kitchen door early this morning by a most disreputable looking boy.”
“He had been hired to deliver it for another person, I suppose?”
“Yes, Madam. The boy told Mrs. Latch that the message came from a friend of Mr. Atherwald’s and should be given to him as soon as he arrived.”
“You have no idea what the note contained?”