Pamela was alone in the library, sitting in the biggest leather chair after a style of her own, that is, inside the chair with her long slim legs hanging over the arm, and her knees forming a satisfactory rest for the inevitable book.
Christobel entered on this scene of peaceful comfort with a direct question, after her way:
"Oh, Pam, there you are. I rather wanted to ask you something."
She shut the door, and came forward to take a seat on the edge of the writing-table, near the big chair.
Pamela glanced at her and detected mystery. She did not say so, though, but let her gaze rest again on the interesting page and murmured:
"All right. Fire away."
"You don't mind my asking, Pam, but did Mother send you out--send you anywhere--last night?"
The inquiry was made awkwardly. Crow flushed rather pink.
"How do you mean?"
Pamela's intent blue gaze was raised, and she looked curiously at her sister's face.