Two days after Mr. Brumley’s visit Susan Burnet reached Black Strand. She too had been baffled for a while. For some week or more she couldn’t discover the whereabouts of Lady Harman and lived in the profoundest perplexity. She had brought back her curtains to the Putney house in a large but luggable bundle, they were all made and ready to put up, and she found the place closed and locked, in the charge of a caretaker whose primary duty it was to answer no questions. It needed several days of thought and amazement, and a vast amount of “I wonder,” and “I just would like to know,” before it occurred to Susan that if she wrote to Lady Harman at the Putney address the letter might be forwarded. And even then she almost wrecked the entire enterprise by mentioning the money, and it was by a quite exceptional inspiration that she thought after all it was wiser not to say that but to state that she had finished the curtains and done everything (underlined) that Lady Harman had desired. Sir Isaac read it and tossed it over to his wife. “Make her send her bill,” he remarked. Whereupon Lady Harman set Mrs. Crumble in motion to bring Susan down to Black Strand. This wasn’t quite easy because as Mrs. Crumble pointed out they hadn’t the slightest use for Susan’s curtains there, and Lady Harman had to find the morning light quite intolerable in her bedroom—she always slept with window wide open and curtains drawn back—to create a suitable demand for Susan’s services. But at last Susan came, too humbly invisible for Sir Isaac’s attention, and directly she found Lady Harman alone in the room with her, she produced a pawn ticket and twenty pounds. “I ’ad to give all sorts of particulars,” she said. “It was a job. But I did it....” The day was big with opportunity, for Sir Isaac had been unable to conceal the fact that he had to spend the morning in London. He had gone up in the big car and his wife was alone, and so, with Susan upstairs still deftly measuring for totally unnecessary hangings, Lady Harman was able to add a fur stole and a muff and some gloves to her tweed gardening costume, walk unchallenged into the garden and from the garden into the wood and up the hillside and over the crest and down to the high-road and past that great advertisement of Staminal Bread and so for four palpitating miles, to the railway station and the outer world. She had the good fortune to find a train imminent,—the twelve-seventeen. She took a first-class ticket for London and got into a compartment with another woman because she felt it would be safer. §10