“Huh?” Dempsi broke off his meditations with a start.
“You have met Heloise?”
So many unlikely things had happened in the past forty-eight hours that it was quite possible she had omitted an introduction. She would not have been surprised if Dempsi denied having ever met Aunt Lizzie.
“Oh yes, we have met,” he said awkwardly. “Did the shot waken you? I owe you ten thousand apologies if it did.”
She shook her head sadly.
“No, no. My mind was too full of—something else. Something that I cannot explain. Uncle—Uncle Isaac has really gone?”
Diana nodded.
“Gone! Out of my life! It doesn’t seem possible.”
Dempsi was vaguely interested, fixing her with a blank look; he also was thinking of something else.
“Dear lady, you seem very sad,” he said mildly.