Mary Trevert tapped with her foot impatiently.
“But what grounds have you for saying that Mr. Greve went in to Mr. Parrish? Mr. Greve declared quite positively that he went out by the side door and did not go into the library at all.”
“But, Miss, I heard him speaking to Mr. Parrish ...”
The girl turned round and the man saw fear in her wide-open eyes.
The butler put his hand on the back of her chair and leaned forward.
“Better leave things where they are, Miss,” he said in a low voice. “Mr. Parrish, I dare say, had his reasons. He’s gone to his last account now. What does it matter why he done it ...”
The man was agitated, and in his emotion his carefully studied English was forsaking him.
But the girl broke in incisively.
“Please explain what you mean!” she commanded.
“Why, Miss,” replied the butler, “we know that Mr. Greve had no call to like Mr. Parrish seeing how things were between you and the master ...”