from her hostess. But she did rather wish it had been possible to do so.
"Yes," said Lady Tamplin, coming suddenly out of her reverie, "I do think something might be done. A little account, you know, cleverly written up. An eye witness, a feminine touch: 'How I chatted with the dead woman, little thinking' that sort of thing, you know."
"Rot!" said Lenox.
"You have no idea," said Lady Tamplin in a soft, wistful voice, "what newspapers will pay for a little titbit! Written, of course, by some one of really unimpeachable social position. You would not like to do it yourself, I dare say, Katherine dear, but just give me the bare bones of it, and I will manage the whole thing for you. Mr. de Haviland is a special friend of mine. We have a little understanding together. A most delightful man—not at all reporterish. How does the idea strike you, Katherine?"
"I would much prefer to do nothing of the kind," said Katherine bluntly.
Lady Tamplin was rather disconcerted at this uncompromising refusal. She sighed and turned to the elucidation of further details.
"A very striking-looking woman, you said? I wonder now who she could have been. You didn't hear her name ?"
"It was mentioned," Katherine admitted, "but I can't remember it. You see, I was rather upset."
"I should think so," said Mr. Evans; "it must have been a beastly shock."
It is to be doubted whether, even if Katherine had
