As the electrics flashed out Betty looked about her in surprise.
"Why, how strange!" she cried.
"What?" asked the bishop.
"Surely you—you haven't been sitting there all the time—while I was singing?"
"My dear young lady, I haven't moved from this chair," declared his lordship.
"But you must have moved. Some one moved across this room," she insisted. Then she turned earnestly to Baxter.
"Bob, was it you? Did you move? I couldn't see in the dark, but—I thought it was you."
Her voice was almost pleading now.
"Nobody moved," Bob assured her. "We were too much taken up with your singing. Say, Betty, it was great. I never heard anything like it, never. I knew you could sing, but—by George, I didn't know you were an artist."
The girl's eyes were still troubled.