“Is that you, Aunt Harriet?” she called.
“It's Christine. May I come in?”
Sidney unlocked her door. Christine slipped into the room. She carried a candle, and before she spoke she looked at Sidney's watch on the bedside table.
“I hoped my clock was wrong,” she said. “I am sorry to waken you, Sidney, but I don't know what to do.”
“Are you ill?”
“No. Palmer has not come home.”
“What time is it?”
“After three o'clock.”
Sidney had lighted the gas and was throwing on her dressing-gown.
“When he went out did he say—”