Dropping the scraps of paper into the waste basket, he dusted his hands together with a significant gesture and looked at his watch.
"Her train left at four o'clock.

It is now four-thirty." "For which," returned Conrad Lagrange, solemnly, "let us give thanks." As the novelist spoke, Czar, on the porch outside, gave a low "woof" that signalized the approach of a friend.
Looking through the open door, they saw Myra Willard coming hurriedly up the walk.

They could see that the woman was greatly agitated, and went quicklv forward to meet her.
Women of Myra Willard's strength of character--particularly those who have passed through the furnace of some terrible experience as she so evidently had--are not given to loud, uncontrolled expression of emotion.
That she was alarmed and troubled was evident.

Her face was white, her eyes were frightened and she trembled so that Aaron King helped her to a seat; but she told them clearly, with no unnecessary, hysterical exclamations, what had happened.

Upon entering the house, after parting from the two men at the gate, a few minutes before, she had found a letter from Sibyl.