“Just make sure of that, will you?”
She crossed the hall, knocked on Joel’s door and opened it. After a moment she rejoined them.
“Yes, he went to bed, as he often does, very early. There’s a tray in his room and he says Cook sent him up his supper. He is reading.”
“You mean he often goes to bed before dinner and has a tray brought to his room?” Bernard persisted.
“Yes.”
“What’s the idea of that?”
“I beg your pardon?”
Bernard smiled slightly.
“Why does he eat in his room instead of with the family?”