“Mrs. Quelton?”
“Joe, he brought her in his taxi, jest a little while after you’d gone.”
“Brought Mrs. Quelton here?”
“Brought her here and carried her up them very stairs,” declared Mrs. Royce impressively; “right up into the east bedroom, and there she lies!”
She stood aside, and Lexy and Captain Grey entered the house. The young man turned aside into the parlor, sank into a chair, and covered his face with his hands. Lexy stood beside him, looking down at his bent head, her face haggard and white.
“Why did Joe do that?” she asked.
“Don’t ask me, Miss Moran!” replied Mrs. Royce. “It beats me!”
There was a silence.
“But ain’t you going upstairs to see what she wants?” inquired Mrs. Royce anxiously.
Captain Grey sprang to his feet.