Stevens. And Mrs. Stevens--if you
remember, Audrey--had always said that people didn't go away to
Australia except for very good reasons. Elsie agreed with both
of them, but she had a contribution of her own to make. She had
actually heard Mr. Mark in the office, threatening his brother.
"You mean Mr. Robert," said the second parlour-maid. She had
been having a little nap in her room, but she had heard the bang.
In fact, it had woken her up--just like something going off, it
was.
"It was Mr. Mark's voice," said Elsie firmly.
"Pleading for mercy," said an eager-eyed kitchen-maid hopefully
from the door, and was hurried out again by the others, wishing
that she had not given her presence away. But it was hard to
listen in silence when she knew so well from her novelettes just
what happened on these occasions.
"I shall have to give that girl a piece of my mind," said Mrs.
Stevens. "Well, Elsie?"
"He said, I heard him say it with my own ears, 'It's my turn
now,' he said, triumphant-like."
"Well, if you think that's a threat, dear, you're very
particular, I must say.
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