“Lord, I know nothing,” moaned the girl.
“That we shall see. You were left in charge of the nursery. What made you leave it?”
“Some one called to me from the courtyard that my uncle was there, lord.”
“Who was it? Who called?”
“Lord, I cannot tell. One of the men, I think.” She durst not mention Logofet, lest he should be questioned, for he knew too much.
“Who did he say was there—your uncle Petros?”
“I—I suppose so, lord.”
“Why? Had you any reason to think he was in the neighbourhood?”
“I thought I saw him one day, lord—in the street.”
“Did you speak to him then?”