"Can--can it fit ?" "There were only two keys," breathed Mrs.De Peyster.

"Mine here, and the one I gave to Olivetta." "Then it can't fit, since Miss Olivetta's--" But the key gave Matilda the lie direct by slipping into the lock.
The two women clung to one another, knowing that the end had come, wondering who was to be their exposer.

The bolt clicked back, the door swung open, and-- And into the dusky room there tottered a rather tall, heavily veiled, feminine figure.

It did not gaze at the shrinking couple in astoundment.

It did not launch into exclamation at its discovery.
Instead, it sank weakly down into the nearest chair.
"Oh!" it moaned.