“Where did you leave her?”
“In the drawing-room. She was playing the piano. But what’s the good of that? What time did you come here?”
“I! Oh, not till very late indeed.”
“Were there any lights showing when you came?”
“Lights! No! But it was ever so much too late for that.”
“Did you go on to the terrace by the drawing-room?”
“No. I came straight up here. It never occurred to me that any one would be up at such an hour. Besides, I didn’t want to disturb any one, especially your mother.”
“Well, just now I found the drawing-room window wide open, and mater’s bed hasn’t been touched. What do you make of that?”
Before Dion could reply the boy abruptly started up.
“I heard something. I know I did.”