His voice sounded rather strange and unnatural, and Marie was puzzled as she went slowly downstairs.
The postman had just been and one of the servants was sorting the letters at the hall table. Marie went up to her.
"Greyson, were there any letters for Miss Webber by the afternoon post?"
"No, ma'am—none! Only two for Miss Chester."
Marie's brown eyes dilated.
"There has only been the one post since the early morning, hasn't there?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Thank you." She went on to the drawing-room, with a little feeling of apprehension.
Dorothy had lied to her, then. Why? She thought of the strained note in Chris' voice as he spoke to her on the landing, and a nameless fear crept into her heart.
Chris talked incessantly during dinner. Marie had never seen him so gay, and though she tried her best to kill it, the suspicion that he knew the cause of Dorothy's distress, grew in her heart.