“Be quiet,” Alice warned her; “you’ll disturb Ethel.”
“Has Miss Cartwright gone to bed?” Denby asked her.
“She felt very tired,” Alice explained.
“It’s wrong to go to bed so early,” Nora exclaimed. “It can’t be much after two.”
She sang a few bars of another song much in vogue, but Alice stopped her again.
“Hush, Nora, don’t you understand Ethel’s in the next room asleep, or trying to?”
“I thought it was empty,” Nora said, in excuse for her burst of song.
“Ethel insisted on changing. She was very nervous and she wanted to be down near the men in case of trouble.”
“And I had to go through forty-seven bunches of keys to get one to fit that door,” her husband complained. Denby shot a swift glance toward Monty, who was wearing an “I told you so” expression. “She seemed positively afraid of you, Denby, from what my wife said,” Harrington concluded.
“You’re not drinking your highball, Mr. Denby,” Alice observed.