Being Sunday, it was a case of midday dinner, and, as Iris was usually prompt, Lucille was surprised at the length of time Agnes remained out of the room. At last she returned with the word that she could not find Miss Clyde anywhere in the house. "But," she added, "maybe she went away in the little car that was here a while ago."
"What little car?" demanded Lucille.
"I don't know whose it was, and I don't know that Miss Iris was in it, but I just caught sight of it as it whizzed through the gate."
"When?"
"About an hour ago. I didn't think much about it. I saw a man driving it, and I think there was a lady on the back seat——"
"Agnes, you're crazy! Miss Clyde wouldn't go out anywhere on Sunday morning without telling me. She didn't go to church?"
"Oh, no, ma'am, it was much too late for that."
"Well, that was some stranger's car. You didn't see Iris in it?"
"No, ma'am, I didn't."
However, as there was no Iris on the premises, Lucille Darrel concluded she had gone off on some sudden and unexpected errand—perhaps to see Winston Bannard.