But they didn't. Many of them hastily gathered up their wraps and went
out of the house as quickly as possible.

Cassie Weldon came to me in her distress.

"I must go, Mr. Calhoun," she said. "Don't you think I may? Why, it
would interfere greatly with my work to have it known that I was mixed
up in a--"

"You're not mixed up in it, Miss Weldon." I began to speak a little
sternly, but the look in her eyes aroused my sympathy. "Well, go on,"
I said, "I suppose you will testify if called on. Everybody knows
where to find you."

"Yes," she said, slowly, "but I hope I won't be called on. Why, it
might spoil my whole career."

She slipped out of the door, in the wake of some other departing
guests. After all, I thought, it couldn't matter much. Few, if any, of
them were implicated, and they could all be found at their homes.

And yet, I had a vague idea that we ought all to stay.

"I shall remain and face the music," I heard Mrs. Reeves saying.
"Where _is_ Vicky? Do you suppose she knows about this? I'm going up
in the music room to see if she's there. You know, with all the
excitement down here, those upstairs may know nothing of it."

"I shall remain, too" said Ariadne Gale. "Why should anyone kill Mr.