'Oh!' said the chairman. 'Rather young for a housekeeper, eh?'
'She is not my housekeeper.'
'In what capacity, then, may we regard her as residing with you?'
Drownlands hesitated.
'Come, come! Don't be reticent, Mr. Drownlands.'
'I really cannot say.'
'Shall we say she is a sort of—ahem—companion?'
A titter ran through the court.
'I am a lodger,' said Zita. 'I pay my way.'
'Silence!' ordered the chief constable.