CHAPTER IX.
Words are futile things with which to attempt a description of the feelings of the girl at the Carlton as she read this, the last letter of seven written to her through the medium of her maid, Sadie Haight.
Turning the pages of the dictionary casually, one might enlist a few--for example, amazement, anger, unbelief, wonder.

Perhaps, to go back to the letter a, even amusement.

We may leave her with the solution to the puzzle in her hand, the Saronia a little more than a day away, and a weirdly mixed company of emotions struggling in her soul.
And leaving her thus, let us go back to Adelphi Terrace and a young man exceedingly worried.
Once he knew that his letter was delivered, Mr.Geoffrey West took his place most humbly on the anxious seat.

There he writhed through the long hours of Wednesday morning.

Not to prolong this painful picture, let us hasten to add that at three o'clock that same afternoon came a telegram that was to end suspense.