"Remember, Ally," said Mary, "he saw you in November."
"He didn"t. Where?"
The Vicar answered her. "At your sister"s wedding."
She recovered. "Of course he did. Jim Greatorex wasn"t there, anyhow."
"He was _not_."
The stress had no significance for Ally. Her brain was utterly bewildered.
"Well. You say you were never anywhere with Greatorex before December.
You were not with him in--when was it, Mary?"
"August," said Mary. "The end of August."
Ally simply stared at him in her white bewilderment. Dates had no meaning as yet for her cowed brain.
He helped her.
"In the Three Fields. On a Sunday afternoon. Did you or did you not go into the barn?"
At that she cried out with a voice of anguish. "No--No--No!"
But Mary had her knife ready and she drove it home.
"Ally--Ned Langstaff _saw_ you."
When Rowcliffe came back from Upthorne he found Alice cowering in a corner of the couch and crying out to her tormentors.
"You brutes--you brutes--if Gwenda was here she wouldn"t let you bully me!"
Mary turned to her husband.
"Steven--will you speak to her? She won"t tell us anything. We"ve been at it more than half an hour."
Rowcliffe stared at her and the Vicar with strong displeasure.
"I should think you had by the look of her. Why can"t you leave the poor child alone?"
At the sound of his voice, the first voice of compa.s.sion that had yet spoken to her, Alice cried to him.
"Steven! Steven! They"ve been saying awful things to me. Tell them it isn"t true. Tell them you don"t believe it."
"There--there----" His voice stuck in his throat.
He put his hand on her shoulder, standing between her and her father.
"Tell them----" She looked up at him with her piteous eyes.
"She"s worried to death," said Rowcliffe. "You might have left it for to-night at any rate."
"We couldn"t, Steven, when you"ve sent for Greatorex. We _must_ get at the truth before he comes."
Rowcliffe shrugged his shoulders.
"Have you brought him?" said the Vicar.
"No, I haven"t. He"s in Morfe. I"ve sent word for him to come on here."
Alice looked sharply at him.
"What have you sent for _him_ for? Do you suppose _he"d_ give me away?"
She began to weep softly.
"All this," said Rowcliffe, "is awfully bad for her."
"You don"t seem to consider what it is for us."
Rowcliffe took no notice of the Vicar.
"Look here, Mary--you"d better take her upstairs before he comes. Put her to bed. Try and get her to sleep."
"Very well. Come, Ally." Mary was gentler now.
Then Ally became wonderful.
She stood up and faced them all.
"I won"t go," she said. "I"ll stay till he comes if I sit up all night. How do I know what you"re going to do to him? Do you suppose I"m going to leave him with you? If anybody touches him I"ll _kill_ them."
"Ally, dear----"
Mary put her hand gently on her sister"s arm to lead her from the room.
Ally shook off the hand and turned on her in hysteric fury.
"Stop pawing me--you! How dare you touch me after what you"ve said.
Steven--she says I took Essy"s lover from her."
"I didn"t, Ally. She doesn"t know what she"s saying."
"You _did_ say it. She did, Steven. She said I ought to thank Essy for not splitting on me when I took her lover from her. As if _she_ could talk when _she_ took Steven from Gwenda."
"Oh--Steven!"