THE PUZZLE The visit to the Priory occupied some time, as Olga had foreseen.

There were some things that Violet wanted to fetch from her own room and this entailed a search, for her possessions were always in the wildest disorder.

Olga waited for her in the hall, chafing at the delay, since she knew that the car would be required by Max early in the afternoon to take him on his rounds.
Mitchel remained outside in the hot sunshine, severe disapproval in every line of him.

Olga felt decidedly out of patience with him.

As if it were her fault! She sat on the old oak chest that Violet gaily called her coffin, and stared at the gruesome east window, while her thoughts dwelt upon the story she had just heard from Mrs.Briggs's lips.