There were two questions which she particularly wanted to ask. One, however, seemed insuperably difficult of approach. The other she could not contain.

“Listen, darling,” she said, wrapping her arms round Emily. “Did you ever actually see anyone killed?”

Emily stiffened palpably. “Oh no,” she said. “Why should we?”

“Didn’t you ever even see a body?” she went on: “A dead one?”

“No,” said Emily, “there weren’t any.” She seemed to meditate a while. “There weren’t many,” she corrected.

“You poor, poor little thing,” said Miss Dawson, stroking her forehead.