"Very good, madam," he answered.
I wondered, as I watched him cross the room, if he suspected anything. I also wondered how hare-brained the man and woman seated at the table thought me.
"Listen," I said, the moment we were alone; "have you a servant here you can trust, one you can trust implicitly?"
"Of course," answered my hostess.
"Who is it?"
"Wilkins," was the answer.
"Not counting Wilkins?"
"Well, I think I can also trust my maid Felice—unless you know her better than I do."
I could afford to ignore the thrust.
"Then I'd advise you to send her up to look over your things at once."