She stepped swiftly to the dining-room door and flung it open. She was in time to see the trim shoulders and white cap of a servant disappearing from the dining-room into the pantry.
"Who was it?"
"My new waitress."
"Hilda?"
Lucy smiled grimly. "She'll leave tomorrow."
"Don't discharge her. She might tell. Perhaps she didn't see."
I joined Lucy in the dining-room, closed the door, knelt and looked back into the hall through the keyhole.
"Could she see?"
I rose to my feet and nodded.
"He mustn't hear from anyone but me," said Lucy. "I'll speak to her."