The servants nodded in unison. "There was someone here last night. She was a middle-aged woman. She was pretty well made-up, and she was well dressed."

"Mr. Jacobs started chatting with her, but then suddenly there was a quarrel. We don't know whether he has eaten anything or not."

There was almost no need for guessing. Rosalie was sure that the person who came was Violet.

‘For so many days, everything had been fine. Violet appeared and something happened immediately. This seemed like Violet’