Suddenly she disappeared along the edge of the bed, beyond the radius of the crack in the door.

What was it she was doing?
Searching the bed, no doubt; seeking something hidden beneath the pillow, or mattress.
Whatever her purpose, she was gone scarcely a moment, gliding silently back to the chair beside the window, with watchful eyes again fixed on the closed door.

Miss Donovan smiled, and straightened up, well satisfied with her ruse.

It had served to demonstrate that the ex-chorus-girl was far from being as calmly indifferent as she had assumed and it had made equally evident the fact that her visit had an object--the discovery of why Miss Donovan was in Haskell.

Doubtless she had made the call at Enright's suggestion.