‘Well!’

She could say no more, and think no more, than this ‘Well!’

And, moreover, the condition of the packed gallery soon caused her to forget even the final swindle of the corset.  The air had rapidly become exhausted.  Women clutched at each other; women rapped frenziedly against the heavy, glazed doors; women screamed.  It was the Black Hole of Calcutta over again, and yet no one in the blouse department seemed to notice the signals of distress.  Lily felt the perspiration on her brow and chin, and then she knew that she, too, must scream and clutch; and she cried out, and the pressure which forced her against the door grew more and more terrible....  She had dropped the corset....  She murmured feebly ’Alb—­’....  She began to dream queer dreams and to see strange lights....  And then something gave way with a crash, and she fell forward, and regiments of horses trampled over her, and at last all living things receded from her, and she was in the midst of a great silence.  And then even the silence was gone, and there was nothing.

So ended the first part of Lily’s adventures at Hugo’s infamous annual sale.

* * * * *

When she recovered perfect consciousness, she was in the dome.  She knew it was the dome because Albert had once, at her urgent request, taken her surreptitiously to see it.  Simon was standing over her, as sympathetic as the most exigent sister-in-law could wish, and the great Shawn family feud had expired.

In two minutes she was her intensely practical self again.  In five minutes she had acquainted Simon with all her experiences; they were but the complement of what he himself had witnessed.

The sense of a mysterious calamity over-hanging Hugo’s, and the sense of the shame which had already disgraced Hugo’s, pressed heavily on both of them.  They knew that only one man could retrieve what had been lost and avert irreparable disaster.  Their faith in that man was undiminished, and Simon at least was sure that he had been victimized by some immense conspiracy.

‘Why don’t you find Mr. Hugo?’ Lily demanded.

’I’ve looked everywhere.  A letter was brought up to him about an hour ago, and he went off instantly.’

‘And where’s the letter?’

‘I expect it’s in that drawer, where he throws all his private letters,’ said Simon, pointing to a drawer in the big writing-table on the opposite side of the room from the piano.

‘Is it locked—­the drawer?’

‘No.’

‘Then open it.’

‘It’s the governor’s private drawer,’ said Simon.  ‘I’ve never—­’

‘Stuff!’ Lily exclaimed, and she opened the drawer and drew out the topmost letter.

It was on blue paper.

‘Yes, that’s it,’ said Simon.  ‘The envelope was blue, I remember.’

‘He must be in the Safe Deposit,’ said Lily, perusing the letter with flying glance.