The voice was that of a woman, and I tried to catch sight of the face. I had heard that voice before, or one suspiciously like it.
"I will give you two minutes to produce Miss Roden."
The answering voice quivered with sudden indignation.
"You must be intoxicated. Take your foot out of the door and go away, or I'll call a man and have you given in charge."
The voice, rising in shrill, tremulous excitement, would have added something more, but was silenced by a fit of coughing. I left my walnut-tree, pushed open the gate, and arrived at the bungalow door as the coughing ceased and a handkerchief dabbed furtively at a fleck of bright red froth.
"Miss Draper, I believe?" I said.
She looked at me in surprise.
"That is my name."
"We met at Miss Davenant's house in Chester Square. Don't apologize for not remembering me, we were never introduced. I just caught your name. We have called...."
"Is this person a friend of yours?" she asked, pointing a contemptuous finger at the Seraph.