CHAPTER XXV.
Mrs.Crothers lived in a small brick house on a side street close to Washington Square.

As Ethel looked out from her automobile, how dear and homey it appeared, with such a quiet friendly face.

"Now for the plunge." She went up the low steps and rang the bell.

Thank Heaven it was a rainy day, for when the maid came Ethel went right in, and the rain made that seem natural.

At least no door had been shut in her face.