Just as Mr.Odell-Carney was preparing to announce to the unfortunate wife that the couple had eloped in the most cowardly fashion, Miss Fowler herself appeared on the scene, dishevelled, mud-spattered, and hot, but with a look of firm determination in her face.

She strode defiantly through the main hall, ignoring the curious gaze of the loungers, whisking the skirt of her habit with disdainful abandon as she passed on to the lift.

A few moments later she burst in upon her sister, a very angry young person indeed.

The Odell-Carneys were down the hall discussing her strange defection; it was with no little relief that they saw her enter the room.
"Are we alone ?" demanded Miss Fowler, not giving Edith time to proclaim her joy at seeing her.

"Well, I've arranged a way to get him out," she went on, her lips set.
"Out ?" murmured Mrs.Medcroft.
"Of course.