CHAPTER XX
WAITING
Harriet went into the house and toward her own rooms; a maid met and stopped her on the stairs.
"Mr. Santoine sent word that he wishes to see you as soon as you came in, Miss Santoine."
Harriet went on toward her father's room, without stopping at her own—wet with the drive through the damp night and shivering now with its chill. Her father's voice answered her knock with a summons to come in. As she obeyed, pushing the doors open, he dismissed the nurse; the girl, passing Harriet as she went out, returned Harriet's questioning look with a reassuring nod; Basil Santoine had endured the shock and excitement of the night better than could have been expected; he was quite himself.
As Harriet went toward the bed, her father's blind eyes turned toward her; he put out his hand and touched her, seeming startled to find her still in the robe she had worn an hour before and to feel that the robe was wet.
"Where have you been, Daughter?" he asked.
She hesitated, drawing the robe out of his hand. "I—I have been driving Mr. Eaton in a motor," she said.
"Helping him to escape?" A spasm crossed the blind man's face.