CHAPTER XMiss Peterson went out into the hall, and in the little dining room opposite she saw the amiable Miss Losee talking to the hairdresser, a woman with a strangely radiant pink face, and an elaborate arrangement of white curls.
“If I could see the Superintendent…?” she said.
“Oh, certainly!” said the pleasant Miss Losee, jumping up. She went out of the room, and Miss Peterson heard her clear voice:
“William, Miss Peterson’s ready for you.”
He came out into the hall promptly, and he looked somehow different, perhaps because he was carrying a pipe in his hand, or perhaps because he was in his own house, which often changes people.
“I think Miss Wilmot has something to tell you,” she said.
He looked at her, and then he smiled; a very unpleasant smile she thought, crafty.
“Quite,”
