CHAPTER XVICarola Roland opened the door of No. 8. When she saw Giles her eyes lighted up and her lips smiled. Pleasure and amusement coursed through her. She had been bored, bored, bored. Here was entertainment. She had an old score to pay, and here was Giles delivered into her hands for payment. She said in her best Mayfair manner,
“How very nice of you! Do come in.”
Giles’ response lacked polish. He was plainly an angry man. He stalked into the sitting-room, and then turned to confront her.
“Miss Roland?”
The enormous blue eyes widened.
“Oh, no.”
“I understand that you are making some preposterous claim.”
The scarlet lips smiled widely.
“There’s nothing preposterous about it. You know as well as I do that I am Mrs. Armitage.”
Giles stood and stared at her. She wore a long white
