CHAPTER XX
IN DOUBT
Punctually at seven o'clock next morning Deane rang his bell. Once more the fat old lady entered, with her amiable smile and slow movements.
"Some tea, sir?" she asked.
Deane looked at her for a moment without speaking. "When does the other chambermaid come on duty?" he asked.
"She ought to be on now," was the answer, "but she hasn't come. I've just sent the 'boots' up to her room."
Deane ordered some hot water and lay still for half-an-hour. Then he rang the bell again. The same woman came.
"Would you like your tea, sir?" she asked.
"If you please," he answered.