The woman turned a red, expressionless face, and answered—
“Maybe, Miss. But your supper’s ready. Kindly ring if you want anything.”
“I want to see the—the inspector,” said the girl, still groping in a mist.
“Yes, Miss. To-morrow, maybe. Your bed’s ready when you want it.”
She went out.
Kitty pressed her palms to her temples, and with eyes closed remained motionless for several minutes. Then, with a sigh, she took courage to look about her.
It was well that she had a healthy heart, for at the realization of her surroundings a weakly one must surely have stopped.
CHAPTER XXII
In the study Colin rose to his feet, a prey to distress and wrath. Kitty’s message fluttered in his hand.
“I had better take the midnight train,” he said, striving for control.