“She was young, I suppose?”
“Not very, I think. Her voice was low and rather refined.”
“And how did she explain her reason for sending in a message that she was your dressmaker? She must have been aware that you expected the woman to call on you.”
“She explained that the ruse was necessary, as she did not wish her visit to be known, either to my cousin or to the servants.”
“Why?”
“Because she had brought me a message.”
“A message?” I exclaimed. “From whom?”
“A verbal message from—from a friend.”
“And may we not know the name of that friend?” I asked. “There is a most remarkable mystery connected with that room into which she was shown, and, in order to solve the problem, we must be in possession of the whole truth.”
“What mystery?” Beryl inquired quickly, opening her eyes widely.