"Go on, Anne. What next? Tell me all that passed, for I suppose you heard." And I related what I knew, word for word.
"You have not told me all, Anne."
"Yes, I have."
"Did not Philip King say that Mr. Heneage had raised his gun, aimed at him, and fired?—that he saw him do it?"
"He did not, aunt. He only said what I have told you."
"Lie the first!" she exclaimed, lifting her hand and letting it fall passionately. "Then you never saw Mr. Heneage?"
"I saw him later." And I went on to tell her of the meeting him through my taking the wrong turning. I told her all: how he looked like one in mortal fright; what he said; and of my asking him whether he had done it.
"Well?" she feverishly interrupted. "Well?"
"He quite denied it," I answered, repeating to her exactly the words Mr. Heneage had said.
"You say he looked scared—confused?"