Chapter 72

Mrs. Wyvern turned to Donald Mayne, who was seated on the bunk-house door-step, cleaning a pistol: “Where did you go this morning, Don?” she inquired. “To Bonnet Bay,” he said carelessly. “Oh, to Bonnet House?” “No, to Everly’s.” “To Everly’s,” she repeated, surprised; “what for?” “I telephoned the desk clerk at The Marquis-of-Granby to reserve a room for me to-morrow. I’m going up to Norfolk for a day or two.” He had told her the truth; not all of it. He had also telephoned to Frank Lane, Desk Clerk at the Marquis…