"Not a thing," said Mr. Albertson.
"You wouldn't be such a cad as to listen, would you?" said Durland.
Nobody answered him. More time elapsed; and then Albertson, springing up, walked with a firm step to the door and turned the handle. It was locked. Albertson shook back a long gray lock from his forehead.
"What do you make of that?" he said.
Miss Wellington laughed.
"Mrs. Conway has the right explanation, I think," she said. "She's done the trick with Mr. Wood too."
"Not at all," said Edna. "How can you be so low, Cora? I only said that to make Anthony angry. He's finding out—luring her to tell him everything."
"Kidding her along, you mean?" said Mr. Albertson, who hated people not to use the right word.
"They've probably both got out of the back window by this time," said Miss Wellington.