"About ten minutes after I had spoken to her."
"Yes—what then?"
"Well, I didn't pay much attention, at first; but when the bridesmaids came, they raised such a hullabaloo that I couldn't help but take notice."
"What did Mrs. Lawrence do?"
"Why, she tried to quiet them—I must say she was the coolest one in the house—except one."
"Who was that?"
"Miss Lawrence's maid. She just sat there on the stairs and glowered and grinned and chewed her nails and never said a word. She gave me the creeps. I could swear she knew all about it and was glad of it."
I repressed a chuckle of satisfaction. Here was better luck than I had expected.
"How was Miss Lawrence dressed when you saw her?" I asked.
"All in rustly white. I judged it was her wedding-dress."