"You needn't call me 'miss,'" she observed. "When a man has tied
a girl to a chair I think he may regard himself as on terms of some
familiarity with her."

"What must I call you?" he asked, and his words bore to himself a
double meaning, for, indeed, what name was it by which he ought to
call her?

But she seemed to notice nothing as she answered "My name is Cayley
--Ella Cayley. You can call me Miss Cayley. Do you know anything
of motoring?"

"Yes," he answered. "Though I never cared much for motoring at night."

She gave him a quick glance, but said no more, and they came almost
immediately to the back door.

Ella opened it and entered, nodding to him to follow, and crossing a
narrow, stone-floored passage, she entered the kitchen where a tall
gaunt elderly woman in a black bonnet and, a course apron was at
work.

"This is Dunn, Mrs. Barker," she called, raising her voice. "He is
the new gardener. Will you give him some breakfast, please?" She
added to Dunn:

"When you've finished, you can go to the garage and wash the car,
and when you speak to Mrs. Barker you must shout. She is quite deaf,
that is why my stepfather engaged her, because he was sorry for her