"What on earth do you mean?" asked Mercia irritably.
"Well, if you must have it in so many words, miss. did he come home last night?"
"Mr. Notting hill, you are too perfectly ridiculous for words. Is it your usual procedure to ring up complete strangers at ludicrous hours of the morning and inquire if the owner of the house has been out all night?" Mercia's tone was sarcastic to the point of being politely chilly..
"Miss, if only you knew how urgent it was you wouldn't stand there being snappy like that." There was a whine almost of apprehension in the throaty voice. "will you please answer me?" he added earnestly. "Did he come home safe and sound last night?"
"Mr. Lyall didn't go out last night," snapped Mercia sharply.
"Didn't he? You can take my word for it, lady-----he did!"
Mercia whitened. she felt her skin prickle all over with a sudden horrible feeling of dread. Th
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