CHAPTER EIGHTEENEnd of Planchette
Corinne Hutter had not only kept order in the pantry and kitchen, she had actually argued or persuaded the entire party at Underhill into coming to lunch. They drifted, one after the other, into the white and mirrored dining-room, and Corinne took charge of them; if she had not, Gamadge thought, they would probably have drifted away again. Corinne, as she placed them, had a firm hold on Mason’s arm.
“Cousin Tim,” she said, “you sit in Cousin Florence’s place, and Mr. Macloud can sit opposite you. Greta, isn’t Lieutenant Windorp going to eat with us?”
This question showed less than her usual dry tact; unless she had asked it in the sure and certain knowledge that he wasn’t, and merely to show that nobody, so far as she could guess, needed to be afraid of
