Drinkwater was sitting in the dark, which was no darker to him than daylight; but when I switched on the light his pug grin gave an added illumination to the room.
"Say, that's the darnedest! I knew you'd come in spite of the old lady swearing you wouldn't. I'd given you half an hour yet; and here you are, twenty-five minutes ahead of time."
The reception annoyed me. It was bad enough to have come; but it was worse to have been expected.
"How have you been getting on?" I asked, in order to relieve my first anxiety.
"Oh, fine!"
"Haven't you been—dull?"
"Lord, no!"
"What have you had to do?"
"Oh, enjoy myself—feeling my way about the house. I can go all round the room, and out into the hall, and up and down stairs just as easily as you can. It's a cinch."
"Have you heard anything of Miss Flair?"