Mrs. Vandemeyer said nothing, but she drew back and let Tuppence pass into the hall.
"How unfortunate for you," she said coldly, "You had better go to bed."
"Oh, I shall be all right in the kitchen, ma'am. Cook will"
"Cook is out," said Mrs. Vandemeyer, in a rather disagreeable tone, "I sent her out. So you see you had better go to bed."
Suddenly Tuppence felt afraid. There was a ring in Mrs. Vandemeyer's voice that she did not like at all, Also, the other woman was slowly edging her up the passage. Tuppence turned at bay.
"I don't want"
Then, in a flash, a rim of cold steel touched her temple, and Mrs. Vandemeyer's voice rose cold and menacing:
"You damned little fool! Do you think I don't know? No, don't answer. If you struggle or cry out, I'll shoot you like a dog."
The rim of steel pressed a little harder against the girl's temple.
"Now then, march," went on Mrs. Vandemeyer. "This way—into my room. In a minute, when I've done with you, you'll go to bed as I told you to. And you'll sleep—oh yes, my little spy, you'll sleep all right!"
There was a sort of hideous geniality in the last words which Tuppence did not at all like. For the moment there was nothing to be done, and she walked obediently into Mrs, Vandemeyer's bedroom. The pis-
