In a moment, she resumed.
"Do you remember, on the night when you first met me, a man following us in the street ?" Waymark nodded.
"He was a friend of Alfred Bolter's, and sometimes we met him when we went to the theatre, and such places.

That is the only person I ever hated from the first sight,--hated and dreaded in a way I could not possibly explain." "But why do you mention him ?" asked Waymark.

"What is his name ?" "His name is Edwards," returned Ida, pronouncing it as if the sound excited loathing in her.

"I had been living in this way for nearly half-a-year, when one day this man called and came up to my sitting-room.

He said he had an appointment with Mr.Bolter, who would come presently.