"Open the casement, if you please," she commanded him. "We will walk in the garden. This is not private."
Spargo obediently obeyed her orders; she swept through the opened window and he followed her. It was not until they had reached the bottom of the garden that she spoke again.
"I understand that you desire to ask me some question about John Maitland, of Market Milcaster?" she said. "Before you put it, I must ask you a question. Do you wish any reply I may give you for publication?"
"Not without your permission," replied Spargo. "I should not think of publishing anything you may tell me except with your express permission. "
She looked at him gloomily, seemed to gather an impression of his good faith, and nodded her head.
"In that case," she said, "what do you want to ask?"
"I have lately had reason for making certain enquiries about John Maitland," answered Spargo. "I suppose you read the newspapers and possibly the Watchman, Miss Baylis?"
But Miss Baylis shook her head.
"I read no newspapers," she said. "I have no interest in the affairs of the world. I have work which occupies all my time: I give my whole devotion to it."
"Then you have not recently heard of what is known as the Marbury case—a case of a man who was found murdered?" asked Spargo.
"I have not," she answered. "I am not likely to hear such things."
