Bude looked uneasily about him.
“Oh, Miss,” he answered, almost in a whisper, “whatever are you saying?”
“I want your answer, Bude,” the girl said coldly.
Bude did not speak. He rubbed his hands up and down his trousers in desperation.
“I wish to know why Mr. Parrish did this thing, Bude. I mean to know. And I think you are keeping something back!”
The challenge resounded clearly, firmly.
“Miss Trevert, ma’am,” the butler said in a low voice, “I wouldn’t take it upon me to say anything as would get anybody in this house into trouble....”
“You saw Mr. Greve go into Mr. Parrish?”
The butler raised his hands in a quick gesture of denial.
“God forbid, Miss!” he ejaculated in horror.