“I jest thought you’d like to talk to her,” she faltered.
“Do you mean she’s not dead?”
“Dead? Oh, my goodness gracious me!” cried Mrs. Royce. “I never—”
“Wait here,” Lexy told the captain.
“No!” he replied. “I must—”
But, disregarding him, Lexy turned to Mrs. Royce.
“Let me see her,” she said.
Mrs. Royce led the way upstairs. She went at an unusual rate of speed, so that she was panting when she reached the top.
“Kind of vi’lent!” she whispered, pointing downstairs, where Captain Grey was.
“This room?” asked Lexy. “Shall I go in?”