"Don't say 'well' to me. I've just come down from the mansard," gasped the widow Aliston.
"From the mansard?"
"Yes," fanning herself briskly with the pages of an uncut magazine.
Constance laughs musically. "Why, Aunt Honor, you didn't expect to see the robbers running across the country, did you?"
"Not I," disdainfully. "I wanted to see how long it took the news to get to—Mapleton."
"Oh!" indifferently.
"And—they're coming."
"So soon!"
"So soon! and the sheriff, or constable, or coroner,—who is it that make these investigations? He's coming, at any rate, whoever he is, with a mob at his heels. Who did you send for, Con?"
"For Mr. O'Meara, of course, and—I would like to see Ray Vandyck."