“Of course, I did. How else could I have warmed the milk?” the old woman answered with annoyance.
“And you were standing right in front of the window, weren’t you?” Bryony continued with her questions. “Your stove is right by the kitchen window, isn't it?”
“Indeed, I was right in front of the window,” Mrs Stevens admitted. “That’s why I could see him.”
“Then, he saw you too,” Bryony said, almost in a whisper.
She clenched her hands with apprehension and then, she turned to McNamara, white-faced already.
“Don’t you see, sir? She is in danger,” she pointed out the obvious. “It’s unlikely the man hadn’t seen her. Of course, he might have thought she’d seen him coming from the back of the houses. He doesn’t know she didn’t recognize him if he’s someone we know. That’s certain,” she nodded
