"Yes, Jenny Prask's."
Millie Splay rose from her chair swiftly and rang the bell; and when Harper answered it, she said:
"Will you ask Jenny to come here?"
"Now, my lady?"
"Now."
Harper went out of the room and Millie turned again to her friends.
"Will you leave this to me?" she asked.
Sir Chichester was inclined to demur. A few deft and pointed questions, very clear, such as might naturally occur to Hillyard or Luttrell, or Sir Chichester himself might come in usefully to put the polish, as it were, on Millie's spade work. Harry Luttrell smiled grimly.
"We didn't exactly cover ourselves with glory this morning," he said. "I think that we had better leave it to Lady Splay."
Sir Chichester reluctantly consented, and they all waited anxiously for Jenny's appearance. That she would fight to the last no one doubted. Would she fight even to her own danger?