"Then?"
"After a while, an hour maybe, she sent for me back again."
"You found her changed then?"
Mary looked at Mme. Storey in a startled way. "Y-yes, Madame," she faltered. "Her cheeks were red. She was nervous. She tried to hide it."
"Where was the letter then?"
"It wasn't anywhere about. It was never seen again."
"Was there a fireplace in the room?"
Mary looked frightened again. "Y-yes, Madame."
"Did you not look there afterwards—next day perhaps?"
The girl hung her head. "Y-yes, Madame."
little company. She had left no letter in explanation of her act. Not more than a minute or so could have elapsed between the time she left the house and the sound of the shot, so she must have proceeded direct to the pavilion and done the deed. Indeed, it happened so quickly it seemed as if she must have run there.