"We must get through that door, Lady Splay," he said. Sir Chichester was already up and about in a busy agitation.
"Yes, to be sure. It's just an ordinary lock. We shall easily find a key to fit it. I'll take Harper with me, and perhaps, Millie, you will come."
"Yes, I'll come," said Millie quietly. After her first shock of horror and surprise when she had first chanced upon the paragraph in the Harpoon, she had been completely, wonderfully, mistress of herself.
"The rest of you will please stay downstairs," said Sir Chichester, as he removed the key from the door of the room. Jenny Prask was not thus to be disposed of.
"Oh, my lady, I must go up too!" she cried, twisting her hands together. "Mrs. Croyle was always very kind to me, poor lady. I must come!"
"She won't keep her head," Sir Chichester objected, who was fast losing his. But Milly Splay laid her hand upon the girl's arm.
"Yes, you shall come with us, Jenny," she said gently, and the four of them moved out of the room.
The others followed them as far as the hall, and stood grouped at the foot of the staircase.
"Miranda, would you like to go out into the air?" Dennis Brown asked with solicitude of his wife.
"No, dear, I am all right. I—oh, poor woman!" and with a sob she dropped her face in her hands.