Helen laughed and Landis smiled.
“Go on,” he said.
“Then Miss Mount asked Mrs. Graham to go up and call her husband down and she went. I stayed and tried to help with Susan. Mr. Stimson was back with some water and they were working over Miss Isabelle but without success. At last Mr. Russell picked her up in his arms and carried her up to her room. After that Mr. Graham came downstairs with Mrs. Graham and then Mr. Stimson and I took Susan to the kitchen and brought her round.”
“By pinching her?” asked Landis.
Helen showed them a heartless dimple.
“I believe she was pinched, sir! It seemed to work.”
“And after that, Helen?”
“I was busy fixing trays for Miss Mount and the two young ladies and helping Mr. Stimson serve dinner to Mrs. Graham and Mr. Russell and Mr. Allen. Of course we had our own dinner to eat. I’ve been in the kitchen ever since until you sent for me just now.”
“Who cleaned up the broken cocktail glasses in the reception-room?” growled Bernard suddenly.