“That you, Rachel? I haven’t a minute. I’m speaking from a perfectly foul call-box right off the map. There’s a village, but I don’t know what it’s called.”

The familiar desire to box Cherry’s ears restored Rachel to her normal self. She said quite sharply,

“What are you doing there?”

“My dear, what does one do in a call-box? I’m telephoning. It smells of paint and shag.”

“What do you want?” said Rachel.

The light laugh came along the wire.

“My dear-how practical! Well, I thought the parents would like to know that Bob and I were married this morning. The most expensive sort of special licence-to make up for no bridesmaids. And tell Mummy it was in a church, because Bob’s Aunt Matilda would have altered her will if it had been a register office-at least Bob said she would, so I gave in.”

“Cherry, do you really mean all this?”

“ Absolutely. Tell Mummy to save all fits for the divorce.”

Rachel hung up and came back to her place. She addressed Ernest in a perfectly expressionless voice.

“Cherry has married Bob Hedderwick. You had better let Mabel finish her lunch before you tell her.”

Ella Comperton uttered a faint shriek.

“But he was engaged to Mildred Ross! Cherry was going to be a bridesmaid!”

A spark came and went in Rachel’s eyes.

“A little thing like that wouldn’t worry her.”

Ernest Wadlow said nothing. His pince-nez fell off. His mouth fell open.

Miss Silver turned her head to listen. The faint sound which she had caught became a sound which everyone could hear-the clatter of feet on the stair-running feet. The door was flung open and Richard Treherne came half way into the room. He looked for Rachel, and spoke to her in a loud, angry voice.

“She’s gone! Taken her car! She shouldn’t have been left-she wasn’t fit!”

They were all up and round him. Rachel put a hand on his arm, and felt it rigid.

She said “Caroline?” on a mere breath of sound. “Are you sure?”

His face frightened her. He shook off her hand.

“I tell you her car’s gone! And she’s not fit to drive. What’s going on in this house? What have you done to her?”

“Richard,” said Rachel-“please. You must go after her.”

He said violently, “Where? Do you suppose I’d lose a moment if I knew where to go? She gave up her flat last month. Where would she go?”

Miss Silver came forward.

“Where did she garage her car when she was in London?”

Richard flung round.

“I’ll try that. I’ll try and catch her on the road.”

He was gone.

Rachel stood quite still and looked after him. She was aware of Miss Silver leaving the room and going upstairs. Ernest Wadlow went past her, making small nervous sounds of disapproval. It was a relief to feel that Cherry’s elopement would be likely to keep him occupied for the rest of the afternoon. Mabel would certainly be prostrated, and a prostrated Mabel meant an attendant Ernest. Neither of them would have time to think about Caroline.

Caroline-she winced away from the name-Caroline in trouble should have run to her, not away. But she had run away. Why?

Miss Silver was there again, a little out of breath.

“I went to see if she had left a note. There is nothing.”

Rachel looked at her with wretched eyes.

“Why did she go?”

“She knew something, Miss Treherne.”

“How do you know that?”

“She did not deny it. I urged her to speak. She wept, and buried her face in her pillow. I foolishly gave her time to think it over. She has used it to run away. If she is running away she will want to hide herself. Do you know what money she has?”

Rachel shook her head. Her lips were trembling. She caught the lower one between her teeth and held it hard.

“Not much,” said Cosmo Frith. He addressed Miss Silver. “I know she hadn’t much money, because she asked me yesterday whether I could let her have five pounds as a loan.”

“Then she had five pounds.”

“Oh, no-” he laughed a little-“I hadn’t got it myself.”

Miss Silver’s eyes went from him to Rachel.

“Then where would she go-without money?”

Rachel said, “I don’t know.”

Cosmo Frith shook his head.

“With your permission,” said Miss Silver, “I will make a more thorough examination of the room she has been occupying.”

Ella Comperton finished the glass of wine which she had poured out for herself. She put out her hand to the decanter and drew it back again.

“Girls are quite unaccountable,” she said. “Of course nothing that Cherry did would surprise me. I always said that girl would come to a bad end. But Caroline-she seemed quiet enough. As a matter of fact they are often the worst. No manners-running off in the middle of lunch like this and disturbing everyone, though I don’t know why you should look so tragic about it, Rachel. It’s quite obvious to my mind that she and Richard have quarrelled, and that they are now going to make it up. Exceedingly ill bred and mannerless I call it, but no need to be tragic. Well, I shall go to my room and lie down. I don’t seem to get on very fast with all the literature Mrs. Barber has lent me, but I do find it so difficult to keep awake in this strong air.”

Rachel followed her into the hall with Cosmo. He put a kindly hand on her shoulder.

“My dear, for once Ella is right. You take all this too seriously. It’s just a tiff, and Richard will be bringing her back to tea. But I hate to leave you looking like this.”

She turned her head.

“Are you going? I didn’t know.”

“My dear, I must. Poor Lazenby is really very ill. You must have heard me speak of him. Poor fellow-his own enemy, if there ever was one, and I’m about the only friend he’s got left. But I don’t like leaving you.”

Rachel tried to smile. He was probably right. Richard would come back and bring Caroline with him. It was a lovers’ quarrel. There was nothing to be afraid of. But the fear did not move from her heart.

The clang of the front door bell took her back a pace or two into the dining-room. She could not imagine who could be ringing at this hour, but at the sound of Gale Brandon’s voice she came forward with both hands outstretched, so glad to see him that all her reasons for telling him to stay away were scattered and forgotten.

Her hands were taken and held in a grasp that hurt. He said,

“Well, I’m here. Are you going to be angry about it?”

She had tried to smile, but now she did not have to try. She looked up at him with all her heart in her eyes and said,

“I’m glad.”

“The reward of mutiny!” said Gale Brandon. “You told me not to come. I came. You’re glad. What happens to discipline? You’ll never get over with it again.”

They were still holding hands, but at this point a movement from Cosmo Frith attracted their attention. Tact might have indicated a retreat, but men are very seldom gifted with tact. Mr. Frith approached. The hands fell apart. Rachel flushed high and knew a moment of confusion. If it had been anyone but Cosmo. He had been so kind. She would not for the world have hurt his feelings.

But when the moment passed there was no discernible wound. The two men were talking. Cosmo was saying something about Caroline.

“She’s gone off in her car, and Rachel is upset about it-thinks she isn’t fit to drive. She fainted this morning.”

It was all so much in Rachel’s mind that it was only afterwards that she wondered how the subject had come up. She said,

“I’m dreadfully worried, and that’s the truth. She oughtn’t to be driving, and we don’t know which way she’s gone. She hasn’t any money.”

As she spoke, the distress which she had felt before came back like a wave which has retreated only to break with redoubled force. She looked at him piteously, as if for help, and heard him say,