feet came running up the steps, and the front door was flung open. There stood the master of the house. The light was behind him, and I could not read his expression.
The thought instantly flew into my head that the butler, recognising Mme. Storey, or perhaps suspecting us on general principles, had telephoned to him. He had had just about time enough to drive up from town.
VII
\"What! Mme. Storey!\" Whittall cried very affably.
feet came running up the steps, and the front door was flung open. There stood the master of the house. The light was behind him, and I could not read his expression.
The thought instantly flew into my head that the butler, recognising Mme. Storey, or perhaps suspecting us on general principles, had telephoned to him. He had had just about time enough to drive up from town.
VII
\"What! Mme. Storey!\" Whittall cried very affably.
