Having given her time to get out of the way, Mme. Storey said: "Bella, I fancy there must be a telephone in Vera McPeake's boudoir. Ask Glasgow to connect me with her."
It was so, and in a few minutes Vera appeared in the office wearing an all-enveloping white robe of exquisite fleecy Angora, and a remarkable lace cap. Her fine trappings only made the pinched and spiteful face look more common.
She came in with a defiant air. "What have you got to say to me?" she demanded.
"Hardly necessary for me to say anything," replied Mme. Storey blandly. "You and I understand each other. I could not let it appear before the others, of course."
"I thought you were against me, too," muttered the girl.
"By no means!" said Mme. Storey quickly. "And the best proof of that is, that I'm going to ask yo
