"You can go."
The maid went out, leaving Lady Holme standing in the middle of the big
bedroom. Next to it on one side was Lord Holme's dressing-room. On the
other side there was a door leading into Lady Holme's boudoir. Almost
directly after Josephine had gone Lady Holme heard the outer door of this
room opened, and the heavy step of her husband. It moved about the room,
stopped, moved about again. What could he be doing? She stood where she
was, listening. Suddenly the door between the rooms was thrown open and
Lord Holme appeared.
"Where's the red book?" he said.
"The red book!"
"Where is it? D'you hear?"
"What do you want it for?"
"That sweep's address."
"What are you going to do? Write to him?"
"Write to him!" said Lord Holme, with bitter contempt. "I'm goin' to
thrash him. Where is it?"
"You are going now?"
"I've not come up to answer questions. I've come for the red book. Where
is it?"
"The little drawer at the top on the right hand of the writing-table."
Lord Holme turned back into the boudoir, went to the writing-table, found
the book, opened it, found the address and wrote it down on a bit of
paper. He folded the paper up anyhow and thrust it into his waistcoat
pocket. Then, without saying another word to his wife, or looking at her,
he went out and down the staircase.
She followed him on to the landing, and stood there till she heard the
hall door shut with a bang.
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