All that was needed was a witch
on a broomstick. He counted five vehicles, and stopped. The
door-window was down.
"Miss Killigrew?" he said.
"Yes. Is anything wrong?"
"No. Just wanted to see if you were all right. Better let me take
your place and you ride with Mrs. Crawford."
"Good of you; but you've had enough trouble. I shall stay right here."
"Where's your light?"
"The globe is broken. I'd rather be in the dark. Its fun to look
about. I never saw anything to equal it."
"Not very cheerful. We'll be held up at least half an hour. You are
not afraid?"
"What, I?" She laughed. "Why should I be afraid? The wait will not
matter. But the truth is, I'm worried about mother. She would go to
that suffragette meeting; and I understand they have tried to burn up
the prime minister's house."
"Fine chance! But don't you worry. Your mother's a sensible woman.
She'll get back to the hotel, if she isn't there already."
"I wish she had not gone. Father will be tearing his hair and twigging
the whole Savoy force by the ears.
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