There were mouse-holes in her room, and she had bought a trap.
She had caught a mouse last night.

She hadn't liked to kill it; she had put it in a tin box, and let it go when she went out.

Quick to see that Hilary was interested in this, as well he might be, she told him that she could not bear to see cats hungry or lost dogs, especially lost dogs, and she described to him one that she had seen.

She had not liked to tell a policeman; they stared so hard.

Those words were of strange omen, and Hilary turned his head away.