“No, I didn’t,” retorted the gypsy sullenly. “You went on to Marshely, and I got back home. I never came near this house again until this morning. You can ask my granny if I wasn’t in bed early last night.”
“When did you see your master last?” questioned Bella.
Tunks removed his dingy cap to scratch his untidy locks. “It would be about six, just before I had my tea. He wanted to reduce my wages, too, and I said I’d give him notice if he did. But I suppose,” growled Junks, with his eyes on the remains, “it’s notice in any case now.”
“Never you mind bothering about yourself,” cried Mrs. Coppersley sharply. “Go to Marshely, and tell the policeman to come here. Bella, she moved to the door, “let us leave the room and lock the door. Nothing must be touched until the truth is known.”
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