Clinging to Gethryn, Yvonne passed down the long corridor to the vestibule, while Elliott and Rowden silently gathered up the masks and opera glasses. Clifford stood holding her crushed and splintered fan. He looked at Elliott, who looked gloomily back at him, as Braith entered hurriedly.
“What’s the matter? I saw something was wrong from the floor. Rex ill?”
“Ill at ease,” said Clifford, grimly. “There’s a sister turned up. A devil of a sister.”
Braith spoke very low. “Yvonne’s sister?”
“Yes, a she-devil.”
“Did you hear her name?”
“Name’s Nina.”
Braith went quietly out again. Passing blindly down the lobby, he ran against Mr Bulfinch. Mr Bulfinch was in charge of a policeman.
“Hello, Braith!” he called, hilariously.
Braith was going on with a curt nod when the other man added: