“Send Miss Grahame’s maid to me.”
“A—a—Miss Grahame’s, sir,” said Whelks, with an air of embarrassment, “A—a—Stalker, sir?”
“No,” returned Mr. Grahame, with a frown “Miss Grahame’s maid, Chayter—that is her name, I think.”
“Oh—oh, yaas—yaas, sir. She ’ave gone sir.”
“Discharged?”
“A—yaas, sir, yaas.”
“Do you know where she is to be found?”
“I think I ’ave a impression it is—at least her hadver-tisement come out at——”
“Find her and bring her to me instantly—quietly, you understand.”
Whelks bowed and retired; he guessed his master’s object, and very quickly unkennelled Chayter, who likewise suspected the reason why Mr. Grahame sent for her, and prepared herself accordingly.