“I do not know, Monsieur,” replied the French woman, anxiously. “She has been frightened—ees eet not?”
“This young reprobate would frighten anybody!” cried Mr. Downes, blusteringly.
“James,” I said again, “do as I have told you. Tell Ham to bring the carriage around inside of half an hour and to drive wherever Mr. Downes shall direct. The ferry is not running at this hour, or I would not trouble him.”
The butler glanced from my mother’s death-white face to Mr. Downes. He did not so much as favor me with a look, but with sphynx-like composure left the room. To tell the truth I hadn’t the least idea whether he would obey me, or Mr. Downes.
Chapter IV
In Which Ham Mayberry Reveals His Suspicions
Mr. Downes continued to bluster and Paul hung sullenly about the drawing room. I had got through with both of them, however. Whether the butler—and the other servants—backed me up, or not, I believed that I had the whip-hand.
Marie helped me bear my mother to her room. It troubled me greatly to see her pretty face so pale and deathlike, and her eyes closed. I hurried to the telephone and called up Dr. Eldridge, who was an old friend of our family as well as our physician. I felt better when I heard his voice over the wire and knew that he would soon be at the house.