Kitty flushed with wrath; Mrs. Parsons’ ridicule was hard to bear. After all, was the widow right—had she dug up a mare’s nest? There was nothing but that note of warning to Leigh Wallace to connect her in the slightest degree with the tragedy.
“Will you tell me to what your note referred,” she asked, “if not to my aunt’s murder?”
“You overstep my patience.” Mrs. Parsons drew herself up with a displeased gesture. “I decline to be questioned further on the subject.”
“Miss Baird—” the interruption came from the doorway and both Kitty and her guest whirled around to see a white-capped nurse watching them. “Mr. Rodgers keeps calling for you. Will you come, please?”
“Yes, immediately.” Kitty was half way to the door when Mrs. Parsons addressed her with eagerness in her voice.
“Is Mr. Rodgers here?” she asked.
“Yes.” Kitty’s impatience was marked. “We brought him here after the—the accident. Dr. McLean thought it best not to move him to a hospital. Please don’t detain me.”
“But, my dear,” Mrs. Parsons paused just in front of her. “Are you here alone—unchaperoned?”
“My cousin, Nina Potter, came last night to be with me—”