She turned with
the day-dream still in her eyes and saw her brother.
She pulled down her sleeve quickly, for though his face was kind, he
seemed to look at her oddly, almost with suspicion.
"Had a quiet day?" he questioned, gently.
She leaned against his shoulder, feeling small and rather uncomfortable.
"I--I was very busy all the morning," she said, evasively.
"And in the afternoon?" he said.
She nestled to him with a little coaxing movement. "In the afternoon,"
she told him softly, "I went to sleep."
"Yes?" he said.
"That's all," said Dot, lifting her face to kiss him.
He took her chin and held it while he looked long and searchingly into
her eyes.
"Dot!" he said.
She made a little gesture of protest, but he held her still.
"Dot, tell me what has been happening!" he said.
She had begun to tremble. "I'll tell you," she said, "when Inspector Hill
has gone."
"Tell me now!" he said.
But she shook her head with tightly compressed lips.
"You have seen the man!" he said.
Dot remained silent.
His face grew grim. "Dot! Shall I tell you what Hill said to me just
now?"
"If you like," whispered Dot.
"He said, 'She has seen the man, and he has squared her. It's a way he
has with the women. You'll find she won't give him away.'"
That stung, as it was meant to sting. She flinched under it. "I hate
Inspector Hill!" she said, with vehemence.
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