“How did he seem—quite well?” asked Macdonald.
“He must have felt all right, because he ate such a lot. He was a sickly looking child, and I thought at once that Miss Vanstead was just being silly, letting him cram all that rich food. When I heard he’d been sick it seemed to me inevitable that he must have been sick, because he simply gorged, snatched everything he wanted and just crammed it down.”
“How did you all sit?”
“In a circle, more or less. Miss Vanstead and Miss Hobart had deck chairs. Alan and Caroline sat on either side of Miss Vanstead, on the ground. Alan was on her right, Caroline on her left. I sat next to Caroline, and Miss Hobart was opposite Miss Vanstead. Mr. Standish was between Alan and Miss Hobart more or less opposite to me.”
“And did everybody help themselves?”
