He stared in perplexity at Jenny Prask, who did not once remove her calm and respectful eyes from Sir Chichester Splay.

She waited in absolute composure for the next question.

But the question took a long time to formulate.

Sir Chichester had framed no interrogatory in a sequence; whereas Jenny's answers were pat, as though, sitting by the bed whereon her dead mistress lay, she had thought out the questions which might be asked of her and got her answers ready.

Sir Chichester began to get flurried.