Daphne turned to Jill. "Is the trick-cycle ready, dear? We're on next, you know."
Here a servant came in and announced that a picture had come for me. We poured into the hall. Yes, it had come. In the charge of two messenger-boys and a taxi, carefully shrouded in sackcloth. Berry touched the latter and nodded approval. Then he turned to the boys.
"Are there no ashes?" he said.
We bore it into the dining-room and set it upon a chair by the side of a window. I took out my knife and proceeded to cut the string.
"Wait a moment," said Jonah. "Where's the police-whistle?"
"It's all right," said Berry. "James has gone for the divisional surgeon."
I pulled off the veil. It was really a speaking likeness of Margery.
Two hours later the telephone went. I picked up the receiver. "Is that six-o-four-o-six Mayfair?"—excitedly.
Margery's voice.
"It is," said I.