CHAPTER FOUR
IT WAS DARK OUT. THERE WAS STILL A CHILL in the air as the 'wind-whipped through the naked trees, but most of the snow had either melted or been shoveled off the walks.
Mona and Frank approached the house slowly, hesitantly. They had scarcely spoken to each other since that night of revelations a week ago. Frank had taken her just once, and this time Mona didn't even bother to sneak furtively to the bathroom. She simply gratified herself in bed while Frank watched, upset but unbearably fascinated. Of course she didn't do it in the usual wild way.
"This looks like the address," he said at last.
"Well, let's go in," she replied. "We'll never find out by standing here."
Frank rang the bell twice, and a moment later Travis Bland opened the door.
"Well, well!" he beamed. "So
