Elizabeth Twitcher's cheeks lost some more of their colour while he was
speaking, and her eyes grew more scared. She hesitated for a moment;
then she said:

"Yes. I let him in at the side door."

He had not missed her hesitation; he was sure that she was not telling
the truth.

"How did you know he was at the side door?" he said.

She hesitated again. Then she said: "He whistled to me under my window
just as I was going to bed."

Again he did not believe her.

"Did you let him out of the Castle?" he said.

"No, I didn't. He let himself out," she said quickly.

"Out of the side door?"

"How else would he go out?" she snapped.

"You don't know that he went out by the side door?" said Mr. Flexen.

Elizabeth hesitated again. Then she said sullenly: "No, I don't. I left
him in the blue drawing-room."

"In a very bad temper?" said Mr. Flexen.