"Aunt Cornelia--how exciting! I'm so sorry! Why did they leave?"
"Why do servants ever leave a good place?" asked Miss Cornelia grimly. "Because if they had sense enough to know when they were well off, they wouldn't be servants. Anyhow, they've gone--we'll have to depend on Lizzie and Billy the rest of this week. I telephoned--but they couldn't promise me any others before Monday."
"And I was in town and could have seen people for you--if I'd only known!" said Dale remorsefully. "Only," she hesitated, "I mightn't have had time--at least I mean there were some other things I had to do, besides getting the gardener and--" She rose. "I think I will go and lie down for a little if you don't mind, darling."
Miss Van Gorder was concerned. "Of course I don't mind but--won't you even have your lemonade?"
"Oh, I'll get some from Lizzie in the pantry before I go up," Dale managed to laugh. "I think I must have a headache after all," she said. "Maybe I'll take an aspirin. Don't worry, darling."
"I shan't. I only wish there were something I could do for you, my dear."
Dale stopped in the alcove doorway. "There's nothing anybody can do for me, really," she said soberly. "At least--oh, I don't know what I'm saying! But don't worry. I'm quite all right. I may go over to the country club after dinner--and dance. Won't you come with me, Aunt Cornelia?"
"Depends on your escort," said Miss Cornelia tartly. "If our landlord, Mr. Richard Fleming, is taking you I certainly shall--I don't like his looks and never did!"
Dale laughed. "Oh, he's all right," she said. "Drinks a good deal and wastes a lot of money, but harmless enough. No, this is a very sedate party; I'll be home early."
"Well, in that case," said her aunt, "I shall stay here with my Lizzie and my ouija-board. Lizzie deserves some punishment for the very cowardly way she behaved this afternoon--and the ouija-board will furnish it. She's scared to death to touch the thing. I think she believes it's alive."
"Well, maybe I'll send you a message on it from the country club," said Dale lightly. She had paused, half-way up the flight of side stairs in the alcove, and her aunt noticed how her shoulders drooped, belying the lightness of her voice. "Oh," she went on, "by the way--have the afternoon papers come yet? I didn't have time to get one when I was rushing for the train."
"I don't think so, dear, but I'll ask Lizzie." Miss Cornelia moved toward a bell push.
"Oh, don't bother; it doesn't matter. Only if they have, would you ask Lizzie to bring me one when she brings up the lemonade? I want to read about--about the Bat--he fascinates me."