Fay Brunton dropped in. She looked sweet enough to eat. To our relief she had left the inevitable mother behind on this occasion. Fay did not take tea, but dined at six in order to have a short rest before going to the theatre. She had just fifteen minutes before dinner, she said, and had rushed around to tell us—her news, after what we had just heard, was like a bombshell. I could scarcely repress a cry of dismay.
"Darius and I have decided to get married on Sunday morning."
My mistress never changed a muscle of her smile.
"I know," said Mme. Storey gently. "Please attend well to what I am going to ask you. When Mrs. Whittall left the room where did she go?"
"Out through the door into the hall, Madame, and down the stairs. I heard her heels on the stairs. She was in a hurry."
"She did not go into the bedroom first?"