She pressed her lips together, frowning slightly.
“I don’t know.”
“Come, Miss Stokes, you were going down into Dead Man’s Copse, when you heard a sound coming from the wood—that’s what you said, isn’t it? You were so frightened that you crossed the ditch and climbed up the bank into the wood to meet the noise.” One of the fair eyebrows rose quizzically. “It seems rather an odd thing to do. Could you kindly explain why you did it?”
She said quite coolly,
“I was frightened—anyone would have been.”
“So you ran in the direction of the sound which frightened you?”
“Well, I didn’t stop to think, I just ran—you do when you’re frightened. I suppose I wanted to hide.”
“Yes, but why not the bushes on the other side of the path? Why go rushing into danger? You might have bumped right into the
