"It's locked." "How is my wife ?" said Roger's strong, and as it seemed, threatening voice outside.
"She'll be all right, sir, I hope, if you'll leave her to rest.

But I won't answer for the consequences if she's disturbed any more." There was a pause, as though of hesitation.

Then Roger's step receded.
Daphne pushed her hair back from her face, and sat staring into the fire.

Everything was decided now.

Yet she had rushed upstairs on Miss Farmer's information with no definite purpose.