“Mrs. Enderby!” she cried, her plain face lighting up in a delighted smile. “And my dear little Caroline!” She held out her hand to Lexy, and suddenly her face changed. “But—” she began.
Mrs. Enderby pushed her gently inside and closed the door.
“But it’s not Caroline!” cried Miss Craigie.
“Hush!” said Mrs. Enderby. “I shall explain to you. Please allow the chauffeur to carry upstairs a small trunk, and please have no air of surprise.”
Evidently Miss Craigie was in the habit of obeying Mrs. Enderby. She opened the front door and called the chauffeur, who came in with the trunk.
“Turn your back!” whispered Mrs. Enderby to Lexy. “Go and look out of the window!”
Lexy heard the man go past the sitting room and up the stairs. Presently he came running down, and the front door closed after him.
“Now, Miss Craigie,” said Mrs. Enderby, “if you will permit Miss Moran to go upstairs?”
“Oh, certainly!” answered the bewildered Miss Craigie. “Whatever you think best, Mrs. Enderby, I’m sure.”
“Go!” said Mrs. Enderby.