[She sits down calmly. Dorothy, with clenched hands, watches her. She tries to make out from her face whether Norah knows anything.]
Wynne.
Miss Marsh, so far as you know, there’s no other will?
Norah.
How d’you mean?
Wynne.
Miss Wickham didn’t make a later one—without my assistance, I mean? You know of nothing in the house, for instance?
Norah.
[Quite decidedly.] Oh, no. Miss Wickham always said you had her will. She was extremely methodical.
Wynne.