It was Christina's voice; she came down in her dressing gown.
"I want to find Ronnie—I have been to his flat, he is not at home. I must see him."
She was wild with fear, Christina saw that; something had happened which had thrown her off her balance and had driven her, frantic, to Ronnie Morelle.
"Come up to my room, Beryl," she said gently.
Mrs. Colebrook looked at Evie as the sound of a closing door came down.
"It looks to me like a scandal," she said profoundly.
Evie said nothing. She was wondering whether she ought not to have been indignant at the suggestion that she knew the whereabouts of Ronnie Morelle. She wished she knew Beryl better—then she might have been asked upstairs to share the secret. After all, she knew Ronnie better than anybody.
"Perhaps I am better out of it, Mother," she said. "I am not sure that Teddy would like me to be mixed up in other people's affairs."
Christina pushed the trembling girl on to the bed.
"Sit down, Beryl. What is wrong?"