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"He won't. It's his time off before dinner. I wonder who's come. It can't be Mrs. Gailey."

"No, it can't. The bus isn't due for forty minutes yet. Perhaps it's Cousin Nicholas."

"I'd better go and see. I expect Mrs. Ashplant's busy with the cooking."

"But I don't like you answering the door when I've servants to do it."

"But if they won't—"

Iris said nothing and the bell rang again. This time a stumping footstep was heard going toward it from the servants' quarters.

"That's Sale," said Iris. "I've never known her do that before. She must be in a good temper."

"I expect Ashplant has given her a drop of something. He generally does, you know, and then she helps him."

The next moment Sale appeared. She said to Iris, "The person's come."

"What person?" asked Lesley.

"The person we saw at the station."

Lesley started. "You don't mean Mrs. Gailey? Sale, you're not to call her a person. She isn't one. She's a lady. Where is she?"

"In the hall, Miss."

"Lesley, Lesley," cried Iris as her daughter scrambled out of her chair, "don't be in such a hurry. It can't be Mrs. Gailey. How could she have got here?"