"That she would not! Miss Iris is most considerate and thoughtful. She'd never go away without seeing you first."
"That's what I think. Then where is she?"
"I don't know, ma'am, but—but I'm—I'm awful scared!"
And flinging her apron over her face, as she burst into sobs, Polly ran out of the room.
Thoroughly alarmed, Lucille spoke again to Agnes.
"You're not sure you saw Miss Clyde in that car?"
"Oh, no, ma'am. I didn't see her at all. Only I didn't know the car, and I thought she might be in it. I know Mr. Downing's car, and Mr. Chapin's, and——"
"I think I'll telephone Mr. Chapin. What with murderings and maraudings this house is a frightful place! I almost wish it wasn't mine!"
She called Mr. Chapin on the telephone, and he came over as quickly as he could.
Then she told him of the intruder of the night before, and of the other efforts that had been made to get the pin.