It crossed my mind then that he was determined to speak to Bill, and I think Mrs. Harter thought so, too.
She said, “Come on, then,” and Bill came, and they all drove off together.
Chapter Fourteen
It was less than ten minutes later that we all heard the frantic hooting of a motor horn again and again.
Claire was already in her room, Mary Ambrey halfway upstairs, and the indefatigable Sallie and Martyn still talking in the hall.
“What’s that?”
Martyn threw open the hall doors and we listened, but the hooting had ceased and for a moment there was no sound. Then from far away we heard that indescribable medley of noises, broken and piercing, that unmistakably denotes calamity.
“An accident?” said Sallie in a doubtful way.
Martyn, who had stepped outside, suddenly dashed off down the moonlit drive.
“I’ll just see—I’ll come back—” promised Sallie, and she, too, was off.