"Yes. I've assured her that there's no need. I'd like to have a word with that young lady."
"You can't; she's gone to the Inquest, with Hugh." Again he looked at her in that considering way of his.
"Has she, indeed? Why?"
"Oh, heaven knows! In search of a thrill, I dare say. She will have it that she's closely concerned. She'll probably treat us all to another act - Innocent girl suspected of Murder, or Mystery Woman, or something of that nature. I'm sorry to say Hugh rather encourages her. I suppose I must be lacking in a sense of humour, for I don't find it amusing."
"No, nor I. Especially when she saddles me with Ermyntrude's exalted foreign guests," said Chester dryly.
"I feel terribly remorseful about that," confessed Mary. "Only you were so like the god in the car, that I jumped at your offer."
He smiled. "It's all right, my dear."
"Is he a frightful scourge to you?"
"Oh no! I don't see much of him. He had some idea of coming round to explain himself to Ermyntrude, but I headed him off. I trust that the police will soon arrive at some conclusion about him."
She could not help laughing. "Maurice, you've no idea how cold-blooded that sounds! Between ourselves, do you think he did it?"