Just as I moved the Count’s persuasive hand was laid on his shoulder, and the Count’s mellifluous voice interposed to quiet him.
“My dear Percival!—gently—gently!”
Sir Percival looked round in his angriest manner. The Count only smiled and repeated the soothing application.
“Gently, my good friend—gently!”
Sir Percival hesitated, followed me a few steps, and, to my great surprise, offered me an apology.
“I beg your pardon, Miss Halcombe,” he said. “I have been out of order lately, and I am afraid I am a little irritable. But I should like to know what Mrs. Catherick could possibly want here. When did she come? Was the housekeeper the only person who saw her?”
“The only person,” I answered, “so far as I know.”
The Count interposed again.
“In that case why not question the housekeeper?” he said. “Why not go, Percival, to the fountain-head of information at once?”
“Quite right!” said Sir Percival. “Of course the housekeeper is the first person to question. Excessively stupid of me not to see it myself.” With those words he instantly left us to return to the house.