You know what I went for, my mother's property." She held the snuff-box in her outstretched hand.
"He accused me of stealing and was hateful, and then he put me downstairs in that awful cellar and--" "And ?" suggested T.X.
"That's all," she replied with tightened lips; "what are you going to do now ?" "I am going to ask you a few questions if I may," he said.

"In the first place have you not heard anything about Mr.Kara since you went away ?" She shook her head.
"I have kept out of his way," she said grimly.
"Have you seen the newspapers ?" he asked.
She nodded.
"I have seen the advertisement column--I wired asking Papa to reply to my telegram." "I know--I saw it," he smiled; "that is what brought me here." "I was afraid it would," she said ruefully; "father is awfully loquacious in print--he makes speeches you know.

All I wanted him to say was yes or no.

What do you mean about the newspapers ?" she went on.

"Is anything wrong with mother ?" He shook his head.
"So far as I know Lady Bartholomew is in the best of health and is on her way home." "Then what do you mean by asking me about the newspapers!" she demanded; "why should I see the newspapers--what is there for me to see ?" "About Kara ?" he suggested.
She shook her head in bewilderment.
"I know and want to know nothing about Kara.