“I have brought my old nurse with me, and John. I shall go to an hotel, of course. I suppose our house is in the hands of the police,” and she shuddered. “We stayed at Ackroyd’s when we had let our house one year,” she said.
“A very good hotel, and quite convenient,” said Collins.
“John, tell the porter to get a taxi, please,” she said.
“I have brought my car,” Collins interposed, “and if you care to come with me, the servants can come on with the luggage.”
“That is very kind of you, but I will bring Nurse, if you don’t mind.”
Sanders had been standing by, gloomy and resentful.
Collins led the way to the car.
“Will you come with me, then?” said he.
“I should like to,” she replied. “Eric, will you take care of Nurse?” She got into her seat, and Sanders, with not too good a grace, helped the old nurse into the back seat.
The drive was all too short. In spite of the terrible cloud hanging over her, her youth was strong, and she felt the relief of getting away from Devon and her thoughts there.