“Listen, all of you.”
As though from a distant part of the flat came the sound of a deep voice.
“It’s Mr. Alleyn,” said Frid. “What’s he yelling like that for?”
“Perhaps he’s flown into a black rage,” suggested Patch.
“Perhaps he’s arresting Nanny or someone,” said Stephen.
“I must say I don’t see why he should roar at her, even if he is. And anyway,” added Frid, “he doesn’t sound like that. He sounds as if he’s yelling to some one downstairs.”
“Or to some one deaf,” Stephen amended.
“Good heavens,” cried Charlot, “can it be Aunt Kit?”
“Really, Immy!” said Lord Charles. “Why on earth should Aunt Kit come back here at this hour?”
“Everything is so odd that I don’t consider the return of Aunt Kit at midnight would be at all surprising.”