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I
turned
from
the
inspection
of
a
Bartolozzi
on
the
wall
as
Mrs
.
Folliott
came
into
the
room
.
She
was
a
tall
woman
,
with
untidy
brown
hair
,
and
a
very
winning
smile
.
"
Dr
Sheppard
,
"
she
said
hesitatingly
.
"
That
is
my
name
,
"
I
replied
.
"
I
must
apologize
for
calling
upon
you
like
this
,
but
I
wanted
some
information
about
a
parlourmaid
previously
employed
by
you
,
Ursula
Bourne
.
"
With
the
utterance
of
the
name
the
smile
vanished
from
her
face
,
and
all
the
cordiality
froze
out
of
her
manner
.
She
looked
uncomfortable
and
ill
at
ease
.
"
Ursula
Bourne
?
"
she
said
hesitatingly
.
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
.
"
Perhaps
you
don
’
t
remember
the
name
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
of
course
.
I
–
I
remember
perfectly
.
"
"
She
left
you
just
over
a
year
ago
,
I
understand
?
"
"
Yes
.
Yes
,
she
did
.
That
is
quite
right
.
"
"
And
you
were
satisfied
with
her
whilst
she
was
with
you
?
How
long
was
she
with
you
,
by
the
way
?
"
"
Oh
!
a
year
or
two
–
I
can
’
t
remember
exactly
how
long
.
She
–
she
is
very
capable
.
I
’
m
sure
you
will
find
her
quite
satisfactory
.
I
didn
’
t
know
she
was
leaving
Fernly
.
I
hadn
’
t
the
least
idea
of
it
.
"
"
Can
you
tell
me
anything
about
her
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Anything
about
her
?
"
"
Yes
,
where
she
comes
from
,
who
her
people
are
–
that
sort
of
thing
?
"
Mrs
.
Folliott
’
s
face
wore
more
than
ever
its
frozen
look
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
at
all
.
"
"
Who
was
she
with
before
she
came
to
you
?
"
"
I
’
m
afraid
I
don
’
t
remember
.
"
There
was
a
spark
of
anger
now
underlying
her
nervousness
.
She
flung
up
her
head
in
a
gesture
that
was
vaguely
familiar
.
