"For everyone's sake I 'ope she ain't," Dirk contributed.
But as though to discount this pious ambition came a call from behind the closed door.
"Anthony, dear, Anthony! Will you ring the bell for Jane, please?"
"The bell is at your elbow," said Anthony. "It is for you to decide, sir, whether it should be rung."
Harrison Smith tugged at the bell pull viciously.
"And, Anthony, dear, will you bring me my motoring bonnet?"
Anthony pointed at the motoring bonnet lying on the table next to the rose basket, wherein, hidden by the stalks and leaves, was the morocco letter case.
"Take the damn thing in yourself," said Harrison Smith.
It was Dirk who moved forward suspiciously as Barraclough picked up the bonnet and moved toward the bedroom. Harrison Smith waved him back.
"There's no other door. Keep a watch on the window," he ordered.