I had to try three before I located hers.
I tried the door next to Delhart’s. It was very neat and masculine. So probably it belonged to Hilton. I crossed the hall. The room was dark and I reached around the casing for the light switch. The squeak of bedsprings didn’t come quite soon enough to stop my hand. The light flared up and then I shut it off. I had caught a quick glimpse of Mrs. Willow asleep on her back.
Next to her room was Daisy’s. Dainty and pink feminine garments were strewn about. The room was at the rear of the house and through an open window I could hear feet crunching the gravelled path. I went to the window to close it. I heard a low murmur of voices. The men were returning.
Going back to Glory’s room, I found Daisy stirring. It took only one glance for me to know she was going to be sick. I rushed her to the bath.
“Better?” I asked when she finished.
She nodded miserably. I took her arm. “Let’s go to your room. You could stand to go to bed.”
She let me lead her.
