“No.”
“Where do they sleep?”
“Away from us, by themselves.”
“You’d better go and look again. If you can’t find your mother perhaps you’d better wake the servants.”
“I know,” said Jimmy, in a voice that had suddenly changed, become brighter, more eager—“I’ll go to Sonia.”
“Your mother’s maid? That’s it. She may know something. I’ll wait down here at the window. Got a candle?”
“Yes. I left it in there by the piano.”
He felt his way in and, almost immediately, struck a light. The candle flickered across his face and his disordered hair as he disappeared.
Dion waited by the fountain.
Where would Mrs. Clarke be? How would she explain matters? Would she have had time to——? Oh yes! She would have had time to be ready with some quite simple, yet quite satisfactory, piece of deception. Jimmy would find her, and she would convince him of all that it was necessary he should be convinced of.