Mrs. Brace's footsteps stopped. There was the click of the opening door. Then, there came to Lucille the high-pitched, querulous voice which she had been afraid she would hear.
It was her father's.
XVII
"THE WHOLE TRUTH"
"Mrs. Brace, good evening.—May I come in?"
Then followed the sound of footsteps, and the closing of the door.
"I shan't detain you long, Mrs. Brace." They were still in the hall. "May I come in?"
"Certainly." The tardy assent was the perfection of indifference.