“It's all right,” answered Pinky.
“Do you know where it is?”
“Yes.”
“And can you put your hand on it?”
“At any moment.”
“Not worth the trouble of looking after now,” said Mrs. Bray, assuming an indifferent manner.
“Why?” Pinky turned on her quickly.
“Oh, because the old lady is dead.”
“What old lady?”
“The grandmother.”