"Yes—Dalzell’s improving. Graham can attend to it. Now don’t get excited, I’ll have her back some time to-night. And not a word to anybody. We don’t want this to get about. We’ll have to shut the mouth of that fool of a French woman, but I’ll see to that later. Don’t see anyone. Go to your room and say nothing." Just as the message was finished Minnie Trail came in. I made the record of it and then got up asking her, as natural as you please, how she felt. Anne did the same and you’d never have thought to hear us sympathizing with her that we were just bursting to get outside. When we did we walked slow down the street, me telling her what I’d heard. All the time I was speaking I was thinking of Sylvia and Jack Reddy tearing away through that still, black night, flying along the pale line of the road, flashing past the lights of farms and country houses, swinging down between the rolling hills and out by the open fields, till they’d see the glow of Bloomington low down in the sky. It was Anne who brought me back to where I was. She suddenly stopped short, staring in front of her and then turned to me: "Why, how can she be eloping with Reddy by the turnpike when Jim Donahue saw her get on the train?" IV When I come to the next day I can’t make my story plain if I only tell what I saw and heard. I didn’t even pick up the most important message in the tragedy. It came at half-past nine that night through the Corona Exchange and was sent from a pay station so there was no record of it, only Jack Reddy’s word—but I’m going too fast; that belongs later. What I’ve got to do is to piece things together as I got them from the gossip in the village, from the inquest, and from the New York papers. All I ask of you is to remember that I’m up against a stunt that’s new to me and that I’m trying to get it over as clear as I can. The best way is for me to put down first Sylvia’s movements on that tragic Sunday. About five in the afternoon Sylvia and Mrs. Fowler had tea in the library. When that was over—about half-past—Sylvia went away, saying she was going to her room to write letters, and her mother retired to hers for the nap she always took before dinner. What happened between then and the time when Mrs. Fowler sent the message to the Doctor I heard from Anne Hennessey. It was this way: They had dinner late at Mapleshade—half-past seven—and when Sylvia didn’t come down Mrs. Fowler sent up Harper to call her. He came back saying she wasn’t in her room, and Mrs. Fowler, getting uneasy, went up herself, sending Harper to find Virginie Dupont. It wasn’t long before they discovered that neither Sylvia nor Virginie were in the house.