"In the café? I was just telling you ..."
"No, no. In the corridor, just now; they went through."
"But they couldn't," urged Sarah. "I was standing at the door of the café with Jerry ..." The truth of the situation began to dawn on her.
"There's such a crowd, of course you missed her." Jerry began to build up a probability by which we could sustain Sarah through the supper which followed. We all of us talked a great deal as people will when they are anxious not to talk of a particular thing. When we were in the dressing room again, putting on our wraps, Sarah turned on me.
"She wasn't in the café at all," she declared.
"I never said she was. I said she went through into the corridor." In the silence I could feel Cecelia dropping into the pit.
"Did you know the man?"
I nodded. "It was Henry Mills!"