A puff of air from the chimney or the opened door, as Linda entered the room, lifted it off the cinders and deposited it on the hearth.

Linda had dressed early for the party, had felt a little hurt at the locked door of Michael's dressing-room, and had come with some vague intention into his study, to see perhaps if the fire was burning brightly: because to avoid unnecessary journies upstairs they would receive their guests to-night in the study and thence pass to the dining-room.
But the fire had gone sulky, as fires do sometimes even with well-behaved chimneys and first-class coal.

She noted the charred portion of paper lying untidily on the hearth, with typewriting on its upper surface.

Picking it up she read inside the scorched margin: ria kept the keys and now them over to me.
W.S.P.U.

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