Now Elizabeth Twitcher was an uncommonly pretty girl, dark-eyed and dark-haired, and her forehead and chin and the way her eyes were set in her head showed considerable character.

Mr.Flexen made up his mind on the instant that he was going to learn from Elizabeth Twitcher exactly what Elizabeth Twitcher thought fit to tell him and no more, for all that he perceived that she was badly scared.
He did not beat about the bush; he said: "You had a conversation with James Hutchings last night, about eleven o'clock, in the blue drawing-room.

Did you let him in ?" Elizabeth Twitcher's cheeks lost some more of their colour while he was speaking, and her eyes grew more scared.

She hesitated for a moment; then she said: "Yes.

I let him in at the side door." He had not missed her hesitation; he was sure that she was not telling the truth.
"How did you know he was at the side door ?" he said.
She hesitated again.