"A walk—alone?" Mr. Prodmore gasped.
"No—not alone." Mrs. Gracedew looked at Chivers with a vague smile of appeal for help, but he could only give her, from under his bent old brow, the blank decency of his wonder. It seemed to make her feel afresh that she was, after all, alone—so that in her loneliness, which had also its fine sad charm, she risked another brush with their formidable friend. "Cora has gone with Mr. Pegg."
"Pegg has been here?"
It was like a splash in a full basin, but she launched the whole craft. "He walked with her from the station."
"When she arrived?" Mr. Prodmore rose like outraged Neptune. "That's why she was so late?"
Mrs. Gracedew assented. "Why I got here first. I get everywhere first!" she bravely laughed.
Mr. Prodmore looked round him in purple dismay—it was so clearly a question for him where he should get, and what! "In which direction did they go?" he imperiously asked.
His rudeness was too evident to be more than lightly recognised. "I think I must let you ascertain for yourself!"
