It would perhaps be better," he concluded, "if you were to
send for Una."
"It's what I intend," said Sir Terence in a voice that made a threat
of the statement. He strode stiffly across the room and pulled open
the door. There was no need to go farther. Lady O'Moy, white and
tearful, was discovered on the threshold. Sir Terence stood aside,
holding the door for her, his face very grim.
She came in slowly, looking from one to another with her troubled
glance, and finally accepting the chair that Captain Tremayne made
haste to offer her. She had so much to say to each person present
that it was impossible to know where to begin. It remained for Sir
Terence to give her the lead she needed, and this he did so soon as
he had closed the door again. Planted before it like a sentry, he
looked at her between anger and suspicion.
"How much did you overhear?" he asked her.
"All that you said about Dick," she answered without hesitation.
"Then you stood listening?"
"Of course. I wanted to know what you were saying."
"There are other ways of ascertaining that without stooping to
keyholes," said her husband.
"I didn't stoop," she said, taking him literally. "I could hear
what was said without that - especially what you said, Terence.
Pages:
319
320
321
322
323
324
325
326
327
328
329
330
331
332
333
334
335
336
337
338
339
340
341
342
343