"Come along, my dear," he said, "you're a sensible looking girl. Now where's Mister Barraclough, eh?"
For a second Jane seemed lost in consideration, then shook her head stupidly and replied in a rich brogue:
"Maister Bar'clough—doan't know 'un—never clapt eyes on 'un. 'Tis on'y larst week I took sarvice 'ere t'oblige."
"Have you seen anyone strange about the premises today?"
"Noa."
"A man—tall—broad shouldered—wearing a blue suit and cap."
"Oh 'im," said Jane, her face lighting up with a semblance of intelligence. "I did see some un 'bout 'arf an hour ago, 'twas."
"Yes, yes. Go on."
"Come out of tool shed at garden end and kept low by the 'edge."
"Did he enter the house?"