A queue of automobiles before the place testified, however, to the prosperity of Madame Cassandra, as they entered the bronze grilled plate glass door and turned on the first floor toward the home of the Adept.

Constance had an uncomfortable feeling as they entered of being watched behind the shades of the apartment.

Still, they had no trouble in being admitted, and a soft-voiced colored attendant welcomed them.
The esoteric flat of Madame Cassandra was darkened except for the electric lights glowing in amber and rose-colored shades.

There were several women there already.

As they entered Constance had noticed a peculiar, dreamy odor.