“I’m Mrs. Enderby’s secretary.”
“Look here! Didn’t Miss Enderby say anything? Isn’t there any sort of message for me?”
“Nothing that I know of. The servants have gone to bed, but I’ll ask them, if it’s anything important.”
“No!” said the voice. “Don’t! No, never mind! Good-by!”
“That’s queer!” said Lexy to herself, as she walked away from the instrument, and then she dismissed the matter from her mind. “None of my business!” she thought, and returned to her puzzle.
Suddenly an inspiration came.
“It is ‘fix’!” she cried. “And it’s not ‘tocsin,’ but ‘toxins’! Hurrah!”
This practically completed the puzzle, and she began to fill in the empty squares with the peculiar satisfaction of the cross-word enthusiast. It was perfect, now, and she liked things to be perfect.
As she leaned back, with a contented sigh, the clock struck twelve.
“Golly! I didn’t realize it was so late!” she reflected. “Queer time for any one to ring up!”