— XXXVII —THE SETTING OF THE SNARE
It had ended in tears, the passion and the pain, the rage and the frenzy. The climax had come in the form of a paroxysm of weeping. Netta had thrown herself upon her bed to cry. And there she still lay when someone knocked at the door. The knocking came a second time before she heeded. Then she sat up in sudden fright.
“Who’s there?” Someone tried the handle, to find the door was locked. “You can’t come in. What do you want?”
“A lady wishes to see you, madam.”
“A lady – what lady?”
“I understand that she declines to give her name, but that she is very desirous of seeing you. She says that her business is of the utmost importance.”
The voice was her maid’s. Apparently she had been deputed by one of the menservants to bear a message.
“Where is my mot
