The little flat feather muff which went with the boa would hide the fact that she had only one glove.
Thrusting her bare hand into it, she stopped for only one thing more, a black bordered card, which bore the name in old English type, _Mrs.
Robertson Redmond_.

It was one which had been sent up to her by one of her mother's friends, who called at the Claiborne's, and was partly responsible for this disguise.

It had suggested the black veil with the crape border.
Dodging past several open doors she reached the south corridor in safety and raising the window that opened on a back court, she stepped out on the fire escape.

Cornie's long skirt nearly tripped her, and it was no easy matter to cling to the rounds of the iron ladder, with a muff in one hand and her skirts constantly wrapping around her.

Luckily she had only one flight to descend.