This may or may not have been the case, but at any rate it was exactly like every other female voice when heard on the telephone. Rodney prattled on without a suspicion.
“Have you got my letter yet?”
“No,” said Jane. She hesitated. “What was in it?” she asked, tremulously.
“It was to ask you to come to my house to-morrow at four.”
“To your house!” faltered Jane.
“Yes. Everything is ready. I will send the servants out, so that we shall be quite alone. You will come, won’t you?”
The room was shimmering before Jane’s eyes, but she regained command of herself with a strong effort.
“Yes,” she said. “I will be there.”
She spoke softly, but there was a note of menace in her voice. Yes, she would indeed be there. From the very moment when this man had made his monstrous proposal, she had been asking herself what Gloria Gooch would have done in a crisis like this. And the answer was plain. Gloria Gooch, if her sister-in-law was intending to visit the apartments of a libertine, would have gone there herself to save the poor child from the consequences of her infatuated folly.
“Yes,” said Jane, “I will be there.”