Quest drew up an easy-chair to the wide-flung window, touching a bell as he crossed the room.

In a few moments the door was opened and closed noiselessly.

A young woman entered with a little bundle of papers in her hand.
"Anything for me, Laura ?" he asked.
"I don't believe you will think so, Mr.Quest," she answered calmly.
She drew a small table and a reading lamp to his side and stood quietly waiting.

Her eyes followed Quest's as he glanced through the letters, her expression matched his.

She was tall, dark, good-looking in a massive way, with a splendid, almost unfeminine strength in her firm, shapely mouth and brilliant eyes.