"Yes, miss."
"And Wilkins, when you get to the house," said Mary, "be absolutely sure that you take me to Felice's room!"
"I understand," purred Wilkins, just above the rumble of traffic.
Here Mary's whole face almost appeared.
"I want you to be very sure about that indeed!" she urged. "Never mind what the other servants say or where they want you to leave the trunk. You insist that it is for Felice, and has to be delivered to her personally; and if you have a chance to give her some sort of sign to accompany you to the room, do it. I think she'll understand."
"Yes, miss," Wilkins agreed.
"And above and beyond all things, keep your face perfectly expressionless when you meet Bates, Wilkins. Bates is our butler, you know, and he's the most inquisitive creature in the world. Is this trunk marked?"
"Only with Mr. Fry's initials, miss—'A. F.'"
Mary frowned up at him through the crack.
"That'll have to be explained too," she sighed. "Well—let's see. Do you think of anything plausible, Wilkins?"