First answer me this, Mr.Simon Jennings:--where were you all that night, when we were looking for you ?--Oh! you choose to forget, do you?
I can help your memory, Mr.Butler; what do you think of the shower-bath in Mother Quarles's room ?" As Jonathan, one day at dinner in the servants' hall, took occasion to direct these queries to the presiding Simon, the man gave such a horrid start, and exclaimed, "Away, I say!" so strangely, that Jonathan could doubt no longer--nor, in fact, any other of the household: Jennings gave them all round a vindictive scowl, left the table, hastened to his own room, and was seen no more that day.
Speculation now seemed at an end, it had ripened into probability;--but what evidence was there to support so grave a charge against this rigid man?
Suspicions are not half enough to go upon--especially since Roger Acton seemed to have had the money.

Therefore, though the folks at Hurstley, Sir John, his guests, and all the house, could not but think that Mr.Jennings acted very oddly--still, he had always been a strange creature, an unpopular bailiff; nobody understood him.

So, Floyd, to his own no small danger, stood alone in accusing the man openly..