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Cinderella's Slipper
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suggestion, we might all have been waiting to catch the first clap of distant thunder.

As Senator Duffield joined the men, I wandered across to the dining-room window. I fancied the room was deserted, but I was mistaken. As I faced about toward the driveway, a low voice caught my ear from behind the curtains.

"You are Miss Mack's friend, are you not? No, don't turn around, please!"

But I had already faced toward the open door. At my elbow was a white-capped maid—with her face almost as white as her cap—whom I remembered to have seen at breakfast.

"Yes, I am Miss Mack's friend. What can I do for you?"

"I have a message for her. Will you see that she gets it?"

"Certainly."

"Tell her that I was at the door of Senator Duffield's library the night before the murder."

My face must have expressed my bewilderment. For an instant I fancied the girl was about to run from the room. I stepped through the window and put my arm about her shoulders. She smiled faintly.

"I don't know much about the law, and evidence, and that sort of thing—and I am afraid! You will take care of me, won't you?"

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