“Betty! Are you upstairs, Betty?”
“Yes, I’m here,” she called back, crossing to the door to speak. “Do you want me, Charles?”
“Where have you put the box?”
“What box?”
“The box of guineas.”
“It is on the table.”
“It is not on the table. I can’t see it anywhere.”
“It was on the table when I left the parlour. I did not touch it. Ask Mr. Dene where it is: I left him there.”
“Mr. Dene’s not here. I wish you’d come down.”