“The voices seemed to come from under my room.”
“So they did.”
“And some one came up the stairs.”
He nodded.
“Dragging a heavy weight over the floor,” continued she. “And then some one opened a window. And the sounds went on over and over again.”
“Quite right. Well?”
“What did it all mean?”
“That I had some of the men from your father’s yacht here, and told them all about his death. I suppose you don’t wish the yacht sold? It would throw half a dozen men out of work.”
“No-o,” said Freda. “But——”
“Here’s your breakfast,” he interrupted, as Mrs. Bean brought a laden tray into the room.