“Did I understand you to say that you know why I have come, sir?” she inquired, evidently greatly surprised.
“Yes. Mr. Reginald Danton has told me that his sister left home a week ago, rather mysteriously. Now, if you please, I will ask you some questions, and I would rather you would confine what you have to tell to me, to the replies to those questions. If, after we have finished, there should be other things which you would like to touch upon, do so. First, then, suppose you tell me your name.”
“Sarah Kearney, sir.”
“How long have you been in the employ of Miss Danton?”
“Ten years. I have served her since she was a little girl, nine years old.”
“Good. And you were quite deeply in her confidence, were you not?”
“She told me almost everything, sir—until quite lately.”
“Do you mean that she has partly withdrawn her confidence of late?”
“Yes, sir. Partly.”
“Since when?”