Her flight had not been noticed till the maid had entered her room at half-past eight.

She had obviously packed up some things in a handbag.

Obviously again she had caught the eight-fifteen train from Ripstead, as she had done once or twice before when rehearsals or other theatrical business had required an early arrival in London.

Septimus's telegram had not only allayed no apprehension, but it had aroused a mild curiosity.

Septimus was master of his own actions.