"Yes, yes," said Anderson impatiently.
"Get on, lass," said Mr. Ball. "Tell your tale. Nothing to be afraid of."
Mary gasped, groaned and plunged in a breathless voice into her narrative.
"I knocked on door and there wasn't no answer, otherwise I wouldn't have gone in leastways not unless gentleman had said 'Come in,' and as he didn't say nothing I went in and he was there washing his hands."
She paused and breathed deeply
"Go on, my girl," said Anderson
Mary looked sideways at her master
"'It's your hot water, sir,' I said
"Red?" said Anderson sharply
master ['m:st], inspiration [nsp'ren], slow [sl]
She paused and breathed deeply.
"Go on, my girl," said Anderson.
Mary looked sideways at her master and as though receiving inspiration from his slow nod, plunged on again.
"'It's your hot water, sir,' I said, 'and I did knock,' but 'Oh,' he says, 'I've washed in cold,' he said, and so, naturally, I looks in basin, and oh! God help me, sir, it were all red!"
"Red?" said Anderson sharply.
Ball struck in
"Yes, sir, that's right, sir
She plunged on
"When was this?" asked Anderson sharply
"About a quarter after five
"Over three hours ago," snapped Anderson
lass [laes], mortal ['m:tl], snap [snaep]
Ball struck in. "The lass told me that he had his coat off and that he was holding the sleeve of it, and it was all wet — that's right, eh, lass?"
"Yes, sir, that's right, sir."
She plunged on: "And his face, sir, it looked queer, mortal queer it looked. Gave me quite a turn."
"When was this?" asked Anderson sharply.
"About a quarter after five, so near as I can reckon."
"Over three hours ago," snapped Anderson. "Why didn't you come at once?"