And that one again, Harry Luttrell.

He sat in his place motionless, his eyes transfixed upon some vision of horror--as if he _knew_, Martin said to himself, yes, as if all these questions were futile, as if he _knew_.
But no other newspaper had printed the paragraph.

They had hardly assured themselves of this fact, when Harper once more stood in the doorway.
"Mrs.Croyle gave orders last night to her maid that she was not to be disturbed until she rang, my lady," he said.
"And she has not rung ?" Millie asked.
"No, my lady." Miranda suddenly laughed in an odd fashion and swayed in her chair.
"Miranda!" Millie Splay brought her back to her self-control with a sharp cry of rebuke.

Then she resumed to Harper.
"I will take the responsibility of waking Mrs.Croyle.Will you please, ask her maid to rouse Mrs.Croyle, and inquire whether she will join us this morning.

We shall start at twelve." "Very well, my lady." There was no longer any pretence of ease amongst the people seated round the table.