she was investigating the top of my head from above. "Is Mr. Sullivan with you?" she asked. It was the first word from her, and she was not sure of her voice.
"No. We are alone. If you will come down and look at us you will find us two perfectly harmless people, whose horse—curses on him—departed without leave last night and left us at your gate."
She relaxed somewhat then and came down a step or two. "I was afraid I had killed some body," she said. "The housekeeper left yesterday, and the other maids went with her."
When she saw that I was comparatively young and lacked the earmarks of the highway man, she was greatly relieved. She was inclined to fight shy of Hotchkiss, however, for some reason. She gave us a breakfast of a sort, for there was little in the house, and afterward we telephoned to the town for a vehicle. While Hotchkiss examined scratches and replaced the Bokhara rug, I engaged Jennie in conversation.
"Can you tell me," I asked, "who is managing the estate since Mrs. Curtis was killed?"
