Yes: they rang up Rackham Park." Harry Luttrell snatched up the letter once more from the table.

Yes, there across the left-hand corner was printed Sir Chichester's telephone number and the district exchange.
"They were answered by a woman.

Of that there's no doubt.

And the woman assured them that Stella Croyle was dead.

This was at a quarter-past twelve." There was a movement of horror about the table, and then, with dry lips, Millie Splay whispered: "Stella!" "Yes.