"Because she will say on oath that when she was working here she heard screams coming from your attic."
"Will she indeed," said Mrs. Sharpe, contemplatively.
"What is much worse, there is evidence that she mentioned the screams before there was any rumour of the Betty Kane trouble."
This produced a complete silence. Once more Robert was aware how noiseless the house was, how dead. Even the French clock on the mantelpiece was silent. The curtain at the window moved inwards on a gust of air and fell back to its place as soundlessly as if it were moving in a film.
"That," said Marion at last, "is what is known as a facer."
"Yes. Definitely."
"A facer for you, too."
"For us, yes."
"I don't mean professionally."
"No? How then?"