But Siddle has had one, eh?
Don't be vexed.

I'm not tricking you into revealing post office secrets.

I knew she was dying, and, when I saw your father take a message to the chemist's shop I simply made an accurate guess....

Now, I'm going to scare you, purposely and of malice aforethought, because I want you to be a good little girl, and obey orders.

Mrs.Siddle, senior, now happily deceased, was an epileptic lunatic of a peculiarly dangerous type.