"The plot thickens," answered Isobel. "My maid was full of rumors at teatime. Somebody—I couldn't make out who—has been up to the Manor and seen black men and, oh, every kind of horror. Martin was quite breathless with emotion when she told me about it."
"I wonder how much there is in it."
"I'd love to go and find out. Really, you know, it's time some sensible person went. According to the village these people might be cannibals."
"Perhaps they are."
"Well, whatever they are, I frankly own I'm curious about them."
"Why don't you take me as bodyguard and call on them?"
"No excuse."
"Go and ask 'em for a Red Cross subscription. It's about the only house in the neighborhood you haven't been to."
"D'you mean it?" Isobel asked eagerly.
"Of course I do. I'm as curious as anybody."