"Mrs. Lawrence wishes to see you," she said again, and I fancied there was defiance in the eyes she turned upon me for the merest instant.
"In a moment. Was it you who found the note your mistress left for Mr. Curtiss?"
"Yes, sir," and she glanced at me again, this time with a quick suspicion.
"It was on her dressing-table, I believe?"
"Yes, sir."
"How did you happen to find it?"
"I just happened to see it, sir."
"It was lying in plain sight?"
"Yes, sir."
"Not concealed in any way—nothing lying over it?"