Of course it was a mistake! Not a soul in London knew their telephone number.

It had never been put on their notepaper.

Still, she went on listening with the receiver held to her ear, and growing more and more annoyed at the futile interruption and waste of time.
She was just going to hang up the receiver when all at once the expression of her face altered.

From being good-humoured, if slightly impatient, it became watchful, and her eyes narrowed as was their way when Janet Tosswill was "upset" about anything.

She had suddenly heard, with startling clearness, the words:--"Is that Old Place, Beechfield?
If so, Mr.Godfrey Radmore would like to speak to Mrs.Tosswill." She was so surprised, so taken aback that for a moment she said nothing.
At last she answered very quietly:--"Tell Mr.Radmore that Mrs.Tosswill is here waiting on the 'phone." There was another longish pause, and then, before anything else happened, Janet Tosswill experienced an odd sensation; it was as if she felt the masterful, to her not over-attractive, presence of Godfrey Radmore approaching the other end of the line.