The blond chauffeur looked up, laughed, then rolled a strip of cloth into a ball for a gag.
"I'm not entirely sure what they are," said Guild. "I'll tell you what I think when we're in the car."
The chauffeur completed his business, looked over the results of his efforts critically, rose to his feet, still smiling.
"Now, sir, if you please—and madam—" And he possessed himself of the luggage.
"Take the door-key, if you please, sir. Lock it on the outside. Thank you. This way, if you please, sir. I took it upon myself to bring the car up to the kitchen entrance."
The car stood there; the bags were flung in; Karen Girard stepped into the tonneau; Guild followed. At the same moment a woman appeared, coming along the brick walk.
"My maid of all work," exclaimed Karen. "What shall I say to her?"
"Anything, madam, but send her home," whispered Bush.
The girl leaned from the car and called out: "I have locked the house and am going away for the day, Mrs. Bulger. Please come tomorrow, as usual."
The woman thanked her, turned and went away again down the brick walk. They watched her out of sight.