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Updated: July 16, 2025
Once, about at this point, the young man threw out with mysterious delight: "I'll like to see old Sam O'Neill's face, when he hears about this." In the midst of the animated talk came Annie, the parlormaid and Cally started at the sound of the approaching feet, and hated herself for it to say that Dr. Vivian was wanted at the telephone.
Jane the parlormaid entered, carrying a salver. "For me?" asked Uncle Chris. "For Miss Jill, sir." Jill took the note off the salver. "It's from Derek." "There's a messenger-boy waiting, miss," said Jane. "He wasn't told if there was an answer." "If the note is from Derek," said Uncle Chris, "it's not likely to want an answer. You said he left town today." Jill opened the envelope.
That afternoon he went to Westminster, and asked for Professor Stepton. "He is away, sir," said the fair Scotch parlormaid. "For long?" "We don't know, sir. He has gone into Kent, on research business, I believe." Agnes had been for a long time in the professor's service, and was greatly trusted.
Probably old Derek would simply be amused and laugh at the whole bally affair like a sportsman. Freddie cheered up considerably at the thought. Jill was talking to the parlormaid whose head had popped up over the banisters flanking the stairs that led to the kitchen. "Major Selby hasn't arrived yet, miss." "That's odd. I suppose he must have taken a later train."
I had returned to town that evening, and next morning as I was sitting down in my study to answer some unimportant questions Maxwell Hartington had sent me, my parlormaid appeared. "Can you speak," she asked, "to Lady Mary Justin?" I stood up to receive my visitor. She came in, a tall dark figure, and stood facing me in silence until the door had closed behind her.
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