Ann stopped short.
"You told him!" she said, looking reproachfully at Courtney. "I wish you hadn't!"
"Hang it all, Ann, it might have been serious! You don't seem to realize the danger you were in."
"It was nothing, Mr. Masters," she assured the chief inspector, ignoring this. "Please forget it. I don't want any bother. I–I suppose you've come to see Vicky? Is there anything new?"
Masters adopted an air of jocoseness which Courtney found somewhat heavy.
"Nothing much, miss. Except," he lowered his voice, "you can thank your lucky stars you were sitting on the lawn at Major Adams's place with us at four o'clock in the afternoon on Thursday."
"Why?"
"Ah! Big secret, miss. Very dark. Come along, Sir Henry."
While Ann stared at them perplexedly, Masters and H.M. followed Daisy towards the dining room. Courtney held back to speak to her.
"You didn't," said Ann, with her eyes on the floor, "you didn't ring up or come round on Friday or Saturday. At night, anyway. I was rather hoping you would."