"The question is--are you telling the truth?
If you know anything of the events of that night you may be injuring Miss Turold by your silence." For a moment Mr.Brimsdown thought his appeal was going to succeed.

He could have sworn that a flicker of hesitation--of irresolution--crossed the old man's stern countenance.

But the mood passed immediately, and it was in an indifferent voice that Thalassa, turning to go, replied-- "If that's what you're reckoning on, I'd better go and pack my traps." "Oh, I don't make that a condition," replied the lawyer, acknowledging his defeat in a sporting spirit.

"You can remain here and look after the house until you decide what to do.

As Robert Turold's old servant you are entitled to consideration.