"I am not trying to frighten you," Millie Splay returned. "But some unexpected news has reached us which, if you persist, will place you in an awkward position."
Jenny Prask smiled. She turned again to the door.
"Is that all, my lady?"
"You had better hear what the news is."
"As you please, my lady."
Jenny stopped and resumed her position.
"The announcement of Mrs. Croyle's death appeared in the Harpoon this morning. The news was left at the Harpoon office by a chauffeur with a private car at midnight—Mrs. Croyle's car."
"It never left the garage last night," said Jenny fiercely.
"You know that for certain?"
"I am engaged to the chauffeur," she replied with a smile; and Millie Splay looked sharply up.