"Is this Harrod property? Is Hal Smith old Harrod's heir? Is he?"
"My God, Miss——"
"He is!"
"Listen, Miss——"
She flung open the door and came out into the living-room.
"Hal Smith is that nephew of old Harrod," she said calmly. "His name is Darragh. And you are one of his wardens. … And I can't stay here. Do you understand?"
Wier wiped his hot face and waited. The cat was out; there was a hole in the bag; and he knew there was no use in such lies as he could tell.
He said: "All I know, Miss, is that I was to look after you and get you whatever you want——"
"I want my clothes!"
"Ma'am?"