"Go where?"
"Oh, anywhere along the coast here. This morning Adrian and Christobel were coming from Salterne. They got caught in that thunderstorm the other day, and ran in there up to the harbour, left the yacht, and came back by train. Yesterday they went by train to fetch her, and came back early this morning."
Pamela was feeling a little more friendly as she talked about the Messenger. Memories rushed into her mind of the evening of the thunderstorm day and how the others had mistaken the Countess for her.
"That reminds me," she said, "on the evening of the thunderstorm day did you go out--to Folly Ho, on the Peterock Road, and come home late, quite late--half-past nine. Oh, nearly ten?"
The other girl considered. Not as though she did not remember, but as though she was not sure whether she would tell or no.
Pamela got up from her seat and walked a few steps; they walked together to the middle of the room, and paused there to say good-bye.
"Yes, no doubt I went out. I often do," said the Countess rather cautiously.
"Well, Addie and Crow--the others I mean--saw you. They were coming from the station. Didn't he whistle?"
"If you say so, I expect he did. I think I heard a whistle one night."
"He said you looked round and then ran. They thought it was I, and they were cross with me."