Janet turned round.
"I should be glad if you'd allow me to see Sally alone as soon as possible. I want to talk to her. I've got a lot to say."
"I'll go now," she replied.
"No, oh no, see her first. She's probably been expecting you. Didn't she send for you this afternoon, some time after five o'clock—eh?"
"No, I haven't seen her since yesterday. I'll just knock at her door. Sally!" She called the name gently and knocked. Traill walked to the mantelpiece. There was no answer.
"She must be in," he said, "there's her hat."
Janet knocked again. There was no reply. She turned round.
"I wonder can she have gone to bed and be asleep? She looked terribly tired when I saw her yesterday."
She knocked again and tried the door; then bent down and examined the keyhole. The key was inside, and a light was burning in the room. Janet stood up suddenly. Her lips were shaking; her cheeks were white.
"Mr. Traill," she said in a hollow voice, but raising it as though he were some distance away. "This door's locked from the inside, and there's a light in the room."