There was a silence. Miss Vale arose and began to pace the room. The long white cloak that had draped her fell away; she wore a ball dress and her arms and shoulders shone splendidly under the lights.
"How did you hear of it?" asked Ashton-Kirk.
There was a scarcely perceptible hesitancy; then she answered:
"Through the newspapers. We were returning from Mrs. Barron's about three o'clock. The papers had just come out, and I felt a curiosity to see them wet from the press. When I reached home the first thing that caught my eye was the account of Hume's death."
"Did you call me up at once?"
"Yes. As I have said, it was the first thing that occurred to me. And again I beg your pardon for having disturbed you uselessly."
Ashton-Kirk gestured this aside.
"It may be that the affair will turn out to have some interesting features," said he. "And with that possibility in view, I am rather pleased than not in having an opportunity of getting so early upon the ground."
She paused in her pacing, and turned upon him a startled look.
"You do not mean to go there—to Christie Place," she said.