sooner you go the more time you'll have to give apocryphal testimony."
Hemming rose, a bit dazed, and started for the archway. Then she quickly turned back and glared at Markham maliciously.
"But let me tell you something before I pass from this den of iniquity. That Miss Sibella is the worst of the lot, and the Lord is going to strike her down next—mark my words! There's no use to try and save her. She's—doomed!"
Vance lifted his eyebrows languidly.
"I say, Hemming, what unrighteousness has Miss Sibella been up to now?"
"The usual thing." The woman spoke with relish. "She's nothing but a hussy, if you ask me. Her carryings-on with this Doctor Von Blon have been scandalous. They're together, as thick as thieves, at all hours." She nodded her head significantly. "He came here again last night and went to her room. There's no telling what time he left."
"Fancy that, now. And how do you happen to know about it?"
"Didn't I let him in?"
"Oh, you did?—What time was this? And where was Sproot?"
"Mr. Sproot was eating his dinner, and I'd gone to the front door to take a look at the weather when the doctor walks up. 'Howdy-do, Hemming?' he says with his oily smile. And he brushes past me, nervous-like, and goes straight to Miss Sibella's room."
"Perhaps Miss Sibella was indisposed, and sent for him," suggested Vance indifferently.
