“Dear, what a coincidence!”
She took the cup and filled it mechanically, her eyes still fixed upon the letter.
“Well, what is it?”
“If only it had happened earlier, the money would have been of use.”
Mr. Porteus betrayed the natural impatience of the energetic male.
“Bless my soul, are you contriving a monopoly?”
Miss Carmagee lifted her mild spectacles to her brother’s face.
“Mrs. Pentherby is dead,” she said.
“Dead!”
“Yes.”