'Where have they gone? Into one of the bedrooms, I suppose.'
The door opened and Peggy ran in. Her eyes were wide with astonishment; excitement was evident in her manner; there was a stain of mud on the skirt of her best white frock.
'The whisky!' she gasped, clutched it, and fled out again.
'Now we know the worst,' said Miles, turning his empty glass upside down.
'Don't be a fool, Miles,' suggested Tommy, a little impatiently.
'I'll stop as soon as there's anything else to do,' retorted Miles tranquilly.
Peggy reappeared with the whisky. She set it down on the table and spoke to them.
'I want you both to go now and to say nothing.'
They glanced at one another and turned to their coats. In unbroken silence they put them on, took their hats, and held out their hands to Peggy. She began to laugh; there were tears in her eyes.
'You may say good-night,' she told them.