_Chunks_. He does the _Gossipy Gobbets_ column."

Adèle laughed musically.

"It was very nice of him to do as I asked," she said. "And as a
bargain's a bargain...."

She rose and turned to the open windows....

I saw her settled at the piano, and then stole back.

A moment later the strains of her beautiful mezzo-soprano floated out
into the darkness.

It is doubtful whether _Printemps Qui Commence_ ever enjoyed a more
exquisite setting.

It was a wonderful night.

* * * * *

If we had driven straight to Brooch the incident would not have
occurred.

We had lunched early, for Berry and I were determined to attend the sale
of Merry Down. Sir Anthony, who was sure to be there, would need
comforting, and we had, moreover, a feeling that we should like to see
the last of an old friend. Once the place had passed into the power of
the dog, we should try to forget. It was Adèle's suggestion that she
should accompany us. "I'd like to see Brooch," she had said, "and I want