Yes--tonight." Her voice grew stronger.

"I wouldn't trouble you but--it's awfully important.

Hold the wire a moment." She put down the phone and made another swift survey of the room, listened furtively at the door--all clear! She returned to the phone.
"Hello--Mr.Fleming--I'll wait outside the house on the drive.

It--it's a confidential matter.

Thank you so much." She hung up the phone, relieved--not an instant too soon, for, as she crossed toward the fireplace to add a new log to the dying glow of the fire, the hall door opened and Anderson, the detective, came softly in with an unlighted candle in his hand.
Her composure almost deserted her.