Downstairs a little later Leonard Grimshaw left the study intending to go up to his room.
Stebbins was just opening the front door as he came through the hall. Millicent Duane entered. She bowed to the secretary, but addressed herself to the servant.
“Will you please show me to the White Room?” she said.
Grimshaw, after a patronizing return of her greeting, was moving toward the stairway, but now he paused. “What did you wish, Miss Millicent?”
“Miss Frink sent me for some records and asked me to bring them here to the White Room.”
“Records?” Grimshaw looked dazed. “I thought I heard a band in the street a few minutes ago. I wonder if Miss Frink—” He paused and fixed his round spectacles on Millicent as if he suspected her of being in some plot.
The girl turned again toward Stebbins.
“You don’t need to go up. I’ll take them,” the secretary came forward and held out his hand for the parcel.
“Thank you, but I want to do just what Miss Frink asked me to.” The girl clasped her package closer.
Grimshaw smiled disagreeably. “The White Room is a very attractive place, eh?”