"What is it?" she said in a low voice, "what is wrong?"
"Where are the others?" asked the Squire. "I want to see them all immediately."
"They are in the front drawing-room—Margaret, Dr. Rumsey, Dorothy, my husband and Dorothy's, and Margaret's uncle, Mr. Cuthbert."
"I am glad he is there; we shall want a magistrate," said Awdrey.
"A magistrate! What is the matter?"
"You will know in a moment, Anne. Did you say Rumsey was in the drawing-room?"
"Yes; they are all there. Margaret is playing the "Moonlight Sonata"—you hear it, don't you through the closed doors—she played so mournfully that I ran away—I hate music that affects me to tears."
Awdrey bent down and said a word to Hetty; then he looked at his sister.
"I am going into the drawing-room, and Hetty Vincent will come with me," he said.
"I used to know you as Hetty Armitage," said Anne. "How are you, Hetty?"