"She must be saved," repeated Mr. Brown.
"I suppose so. Who is to do it?"
"I must, sir. If no one else does."
Bede raised his eyes to glance at his clerk; but it was not a full free glance, and they were instantly dropped again.
"You are the Godfrey Pitman, they tell me, who was in the house at the time."
"Yes, I am. But have you not known it all along, Mr. Bede Greatorex?"
"All along from when?"
Mr. Brown hesitated. "From the time I came here as clerk."
"No; certainly I have not."
"There were times, sir, when I fancied it."