Billy shook his head.
“No.”
“He couldn’t have locked us in,” said Miss Cornelia. “He was with us.”
Bailey demurred, not to her remark itself, but to its implication of Billy’s entire innocence.
“He may know who did it. Do you?”
Billy still shook his head.
Bailey remained unconvinced.
“Who did you see at the head of the small staircase?” he queried imperatively. “Now we’re through with nonsense; I want the truth!”
Billy shivered.
“See face—that’s all,” he brought out at last.