“Didn’t you hear what was said at the door when we were all coming in?” he asked suddenly, looking attentively at her.
“I heard my cousin and Mr. Tertius talking, but I couldn’t catch what was said,” she replied. “If you did, tell me—I want to know.”
“Mr. Barthorpe Herapath refused to admit Mr. Tertius,” said Selwood.
“Refused?” she exclaimed. “Refused?”
“Refused,” repeated Selwood. “That’s all I know.”
Peggie sat down and gave him an enigmatic look.
“You, of course, will come back to the house when—when you’ve finished here?” she said.
“I don’t know—I suppose—really, I don’t know,” answered Selwood. “You see, I—I, of course, don’t know exactly where I am, now. I suppose I must take my orders from—your cousin.”
Peggie gave him another look, more enigmatic than the other.
“That’s nonsense!” she said sharply. “Of course, you’ll come. Do whatever it is that Barthorpe wants just now, but come on to Portman Square as soon as you’ve done it—I want you. Go straight home, Robson,” she went on, turning to the chauffeur.