“Not yet. My cousin——”
“Ah——”
We were silent.
I watched Anita. She stood a few moments in unsmiling superintendence,
while the women settled themselves and Mr. Flood sorted his papers and
cleared his throat. Then, as I had known she would do, she returned
soft-footed to her purpose. At the same moment I left Kent Rehan’s side.
When she reached the archway between the two rooms, I was there.
“And now——” she confronted me—“what happened?”
“I told you.”
She smiled.
“Did you? I have forgotten. Tell me again.”
“Anita—he slipped. He fell. He was shutting the door.”
“Did he replace this?” She opened her little hand. The wedge of paper
that I had twisted lay on her palm. “It was shut in the door when I
opened it just now.” She waited a moment. Then, with a certain
triumph—“Well?”