Christina whistled. "Glory be! Evie's shop is in Knightsbridge!"
At eleven o'clock that night Evie Colebrook came into the room, and, as she stooped over the bed to kiss her sister, Christina saw something.
"You've been crying, Evie."
Evie turned away quickly and began to unfasten her skirt. "I—I twisted my ankle—slipped off the sidewalk—I was a baby to cry!"
Christina watched her as she undressed rapidly. "You haven't said your prayers, Evie."
"Damn my prayers!" There was a little choke at the end. "Put out the light, Christina, I'm awfully tired."
Christina reached up for the dangling chain that Ambrose Sault had fixed to the lamp, but she did not immediately pull it. "Mr. Sault was talking about people he knew tonight," she said carelessly. "Have you ever heard of a man called Ronald Morelle?" There was no answer, then.
"Good-night, Christina."
Christina pulled the chain and the light went out.