RENT DAY It was much after his usual hour when Waymark awoke on Good Friday morning.

He had been troubled throughout the night with a strangely vivid dream, which seemed to have repeated itself several times; when he at length started into consciousness the anguish of the vision was still upon him.
He rose at once, and dressed quickly, doing his best to shake off the clinging misery of sleep.

In a little while it had passed, and he tried to go over in his mind the events of the preceding day.

Were they, too, only fragments of a long dream?
Surely so many and strange events could not have crowded themselves into one period of twelve hours; and for him, whose days passed with such dreary monotony.

The interview with Maud Enderby seemed so unnaturally long ago; that with Ida Starr, so impossibly fresh and recent.