“No, Henry. If anything’s wrong it would look so strange. Ssh!”
“What?”
“Look.”
A circle of light bobbed up the stairs and across the landing. “Damn!” whispered Henry. “He’s coming.”
He walked swiftly to the stairhead. “Hullo,” he said softly, “who’s that?”
“Just a minute, sir.”
The man came up quickly, flashing his torch on Henry. As he moved into the candlelight Roberta saw he wore a heavy overcoat and muffler and remembered that she herself was cold.
“What’s wrong here, sir?” asked the man. “Who’s been interfering with these lights? I said they were to be left on.”
Henry told him quickly that he had been awakened by a sound from the green drawing-room, and that he had seen Lady Wutherwood walk across the landing with a candle in her hand. “Miss Grey saw her too. Miss Grey came out soon after I did.”
“Where did she go, sir?”