“We must try to provide for that!” she smiled.
“Why didn’t you keep her prisoner, when you had her last night?”
“That was a serious blunder; it won’t happen again.”
“H-u-m,” reflected Harleston; and his glance sought Mrs. Spencer’s and held it. “Where is Mrs. Clephane now?” he demanded.
For just an instant her eyes narrowed and grew very dark. Then suddenly she laughed—lightly, with just a suggestion of mockery in the tones.
“Mrs. Clephane—is yonder!” said she.
Harleston turned quickly. Mrs. Clephane was coming down the corridor.
XI—Half A Lie
“Somewhat unexpected, isn’t it?” Harleston asked.
“To whom—you, her, or myself?” Mrs. Spencer inquired.