"He's been in here ?" "No--not since last night," she answered.

"And Hollins not since this morning when he brought me some food--I've not wanted for that," she went on, with a laugh, pointing to things that had been set on the table.
"And he said, then, that about midnight, tonight, I'd hear the key turned, and after that I was free to go, but I'd have to make my way home on foot, for he wasn't wanting me to be in Berwick again too soon." "Aye!" I said, shaking my head.

"I'm beginning to see through some of it! But, Maisie, you'll be a good girl, and just do what I tell you ?--and that's to stay where you are until I fetch you down.

For there's more dreadfulness below--where Sir Gilbert may be, Heaven knows, but Hollins is lying murdered on the stair; and if I didn't see him murdered, I saw him take his last breath!" She, too, shook a bit at that, and she gripped me tighter.
"You're not by yourself, Hugh ?" she asked anxiously.

"You're in no danger ?" But just then Chisholm called up the stair of the turret, asking was Miss Dunlop safe, and I bade Maisie speak to him.
"That's good news!" said he.