“It was dreadful,” said Nora gasping.
“What’s dreadful?” Alice Harrington demanded, coming on the scene followed by her husband. They had been disturbed by Nora’s screams.
“Won’t someone please explain?” Michael asked anxiously.
“It was frightful,” Nora cried.
“Let me tell it,” Monty protested.
“You’ll get it all wrong,” his companion asserted. “I wasn’t half as scared as you.”
“I was talking to Nora,” Monty explained, “and suddenly from the shrubbery—”
“Somebody stepped right out,” Nora added.
“One at a time,” Michael admonished them, “one at a time, please.”
“Why, you see, Monty and I went for a walk in the garden,” Nora began—