"Kiametia!" Foster shook her elbow roughly. "What are you hinting at?"
"Hush!" The spinster pointed to the portières in the doorway leading to the drawing-room. "Who is lurking there?"
She spoke in a subdued whisper which reached Foster's ears alone, but as he rose, startled, the portières parted and Detective Mitchell walked over to them.
"Have you seen Captain Charles Miller?" he asked eagerly, omitting other greeting.
"No," they replied in concert.
"Strange! I saw him enter the front door half an hour ago, using a latchkey."
"Charles Miller with a latchkey of this house!" gasped Miss Kiametia.
"Yes," declared Mitchell, "and I have searched the house and cannot find him."
"Perhaps he came to see Kathleen," suggested Foster.
"Could you go and see if he is with her, Miss Grey?" urged Mitchell. "Her suite of rooms is the one place where I have not looked."