“There's a police sergeant downstairs,” said he.
“I did n't see no woman either,” said Unity, significantly.
And John did not notice her unusual relapse into orphanage speech.
Soon afterward he left her and joined the sergeant in the hall. The policeman asked the stereotyped questions. John replied that Miss Blake—it was, as far as he knew, the first time he had given Unity her full style and title, and the name sounded odd in his ears—that Miss Blake had seen nothing of her assailant and could give no information whatever.
“You suspect nobody?”
“Nobody at all,” said John, decisively. “You need n't trouble to pursue the matter any further, for the wound luckily is trifling, and in any case I should not prosecute.”
“As you please, sir,” said the Sergeant.
“Good evening, and thank you,” said John.
“This is the hat-pin, sir.”
“You can leave it with me,” said John.