The two men glanced at each other, their eyes asked the same question. Who quarreled?
[CHAPTER VI]
CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE
A SLIGHT sound behind him caused Douglas to wheel swiftly around. A pretty woman, with astonishment written largely in her round eyes, stood regarding the two men. She was carrying a handbag.
“Whom do you wish to see?” asked Brett sharply.
“No one, Monsieur,” replied Annette, her accent denoting her nationality. “I am Miss Thornton’s maid.”
Douglas started. “Eleanor—Miss Thornton!” Was it possible that she could mean the Eleanor Thornton he used to know?
“I am taking her bag to her room as she is spending the night here,” added the servant.
“Indeed.” Brett inspected her keenly. “When did Miss Thornton enter the house?”