The telephone bell rang. Still pondering her problem, Lexy went across the room.
“Is Miss Enderby there?” asked a man’s voice.
“She’s out,” answered Lexy cheerfully.
“No!” said the man’s voice. “She can’t—I—for God’s sake, where’s Miss Enderby?”
“She’s out,” Lexy repeated, startled. “She went to the opera with her mother and father.”
“Who are you?”
“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!”