He rose calmly, raising his eyebrows a little in
surprise.
"Go to the door," she continued, shifting her glance from him to the
others. "Are you there? Lock it. Bring me the key."
He executed the order without bungling, and returning stood before her,
tendering the key.
"You've locked it?" she said, making the words an excuse to bury her
glance in his.
"As you wished me to."
"Thanks."
She took from him the key and, shifting slightly, likewise locked the
door into her bedroom through which she had come.
Then transferring the keys to her left hand, seemingly unaware of
Jackson, who still awaited her further commands, her eyes studied a
moment the possibilities of the apartment.
"Mr. Cheever?" she said in a low voice.
"Yes, Mrs. Kildair."
"Blow out all the candles except the candelabrum on the table."
"Put out the lights, Mrs. Kildair?"
"At once."
Mr. Cheever, in rising, met the glance of his wife, and the look of
questioning and wonder that passed did not escape the hostess.
"But, my dear Mrs.
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