"If you'll all go to
bed and just leave me to potter round with my gun...."
"And blow the whole house to pieces!" said Mrs. Hignett tartly. She had
begun to revise her original estimate of this girl. To her, Windles was
sacred, and anyone who went about shooting holes in it forfeited her
esteem.
"Shall I go for the police?" said Billie. "I could bring them back in
ten minutes in the car."
"Certainly not!" said Mr. Bennett. "My daughter gadding about all over
the countryside in an automobile at this time of night!"
"If you think I ought not to go alone, I could take Bream."
"Where _is_ Bream?" said Mr. Mortimer.
The odd fact that Bream was not among those present suddenly presented
itself to the company.
"Where can he be?" said Billie.
Jane Hubbard laughed the wholesome, indulgent laugh of one who is
broad-minded enough to see the humor of the situation even when the
joke is at her expense.
"What a silly girl I am!" she said. "I do believe that was Bream I shot
at upstairs.
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