"No sufficient evidence yet. Good morning, Mr. Cromarty."
Ned was following him to the door, his lips compressed and his eyes on the floor, when Bisset touched his arm and beckoned him back.
"Excuse me, sir," said he, "but could you not manage just to stop on for a wee bit yet?"
Ned hesitated.
"They won't be wanting visitors, Bisset."
"They needn't know if you don't want them to, sir. Lady Cromarty is shut up in her room, and the others are keeping out of the way. If you wouldn't mind my giving you a little cold luncheon in my sitting room, sir, I'd like to have your help. I'm making a few sma' bits of investigation on my own. You're one of the family, sir, and I know you'll be wanting to find out who killed the master."
Ned's eye flashed suddenly.
"By God, I'll never rest in this world or the next till I do! All right, I'll wait for a bit."
