'I have seen her,' answered Rattenbury.
'But you know something about her, I presume?'
'As to her age?'
'No,' retorted Sylvana with sharpness. 'As to who she was, whence she came, what her circumstances.'
'She was certainly at one time younger than she is now; she lives on one side of the Axe,' answered the young man, without a muscle in his face changing, 'and there exists a ferry between the Axmouth and the Seaton side. I am at Beer, two miles distant from Seaton, and Seaton lies a quarter of a mile from the landing-stage of the ferry.'
Sylvana bit her lip. Was he stupid?
'Is Miss Holwood in?' he asked.
'No, she is not,' snapped Miss Jones. 'She is out at present with her father.'
'Her father!' Jack let the words escape in an accent of surprise.