CHAPTER XXVI
LOVERS AND A LETTER
AT noon that day I telephoned to Margery.
“Come up,” I said, “and bring the keys to the Monmouth Avenue house. I have some things to tell you, and—some things to ask you.”
I met her at the station with Lady Gray and the trap. My plans for that afternoon were comprehensive; they included what I hoped to be the solution of the Aunt Jane mystery; also, they included a little drive through the park and a—well, I shall tell about that, all I am going to tell, at the proper time.
To play propriety, Edith met us at the house. It was still closed, and even in the short time that had elapsed it smelled close and musty.
At the door into the drawing-room I stopped them.
“Now this is going to be a sort of game,” I explained. “It’s a sort of button, button, w
