"All what?" Admaston asked quickly.
The other was in despair. He realised what he had done. He looked hopelessly round the room for Alice Attwill.
"Where's Lady Attwill gone?" he gasped.
Never relaxing his gaze for a single instant, and standing in the middle of the room without advancing further, Admaston continued: "Is she here?"
"Oh yes," replied Lord Ellerdine. "She's here. In fact, we're all here."
"Where's my wife?"
"In her room. Changing her gown. She's going for a walk."
"But I thought you went to Switzerland," Admaston went on.
"Did you really?" Ellerdine answered, with a ghastly assumption of ingratiating affability, though his hands were shaking, his mouth worked, and beads of perspiration were plainly rolling down his face.
Again came the grave, persistent voice: "Yes. That was the plan, wasn't it?"