“Madame de Vicenza’s steward or secretary, I believe, the man called Johnson.”
Audrey glanced up and down again quickly, and saw that Mr. Candover was really disturbed. She went on:—
“I needn’t say that I don’t intend to stay here another night. I only waited till this morning in the hope that Lord Clanfield would come and see me, as I wrote to him at once.”
“Why?” asked Mr. Candover sharply.
“Because his sons are among the men who have been robbed here.”
“Robbed!”
His tone was threatening, alarming. But Audrey, strung up to a high pitch of excitement, persisted steadily:—
“Yes. Robbed. So I informed him of what went on here.”
“It was a mad thing to do,” said Mr. Candover impatiently.
“It was the right thing.”