“There's about four thousand,” Guy interrupted. “God knows I could do with it, too!”
Stella made a choking sound, and went hastily out of the room. The telephone on the hall-table caught her eye. She stood still, looking at it, and then, as though of impulse, picked up the receiver, and gave a number.
In a little while a precise voice answered her. Stella asked if she could speak to Mr Matthews.
“Mr Matthews is not at home, madam,” answered the precise voice.
“Oh!” said Stella. “When do you expect him back?”
“I couldn't say, madam. Can I take a message?”
“No, it doesn't—Yes! Ask him to ring Miss Stella Matthews up as soon as he comes in, will you, please?”
She put the receiver down again, and turned to find that Guy had followed her out of the library, and was standing staring at her.
“What on earth do you want with Randall?” Guy demanded.
Stella flushed. “He's the head of the family, and he said he was going to see this through. Besides, he knows something.”