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.