"I fancied that it was connected with--with what distressed her last night, Mr. Carter."
"You may speak before Mr. Williams," Richard said. He looked down; was silent. "I asked him to help me," he added, slowly. "Was young Mr. Pope here to-day?"
"This morning, I don't know how long," Harriet said, with a great light, or darkness, breaking in upon her mind, "he was leaving when Nina and I came home."
Richard gravely considered this, and nodded his head.
"And immediately afterward Mrs. Carter went away?"
"Not immediately. Not until three."
"Do you know who took the telephone call from Mrs. Webb?" Richard said.
"No, because nobody did. No person named Webb called from Great Barrington, or anywhere else, to-day," said Williams, breaking in decidedly, his voice a contrast to Richard's hesitating tones. "As a matter of fact, Hansen didn't drive to Great Barrington. Two miles from your gate here, Mrs. Carter gave him other directions."
"What directions?" Harriet asked, antagonized by his manner, and feeling her cheeks get red. The man evidently had small respect for womanhood.
"He drove to New London," Richard supplied. "Pope's yacht is there."