"Stay," she commanded. "If that girl asks you any impertinent questions
send her to me."
Her hands moved quickly as she spoke. The concentration of her voice
alarmed me so that I could think of nothing to say. I bowed and
withdrew. It was only when I was once outside the room that I recalled,
curiously enough, at no time during my interview had I seen Mrs.
Drainger's face.
Miss Emily was not visible. I was about to search for the street door
when, in her usual extraordinary manner, she appeared out of the gloom.
"What did she want?" she demanded, almost fiercely, her eyes holding me
as though they were hands.