CHAPTER XXX.
MRS. SIMPSON LEARNS THE TRUTH.Lane A. Griswold’s big car hummed softly to itself as it climbed the hill from the village of New Pelham, and stopped in front of No. 31 Floral Avenue.
The millionaire newspaper proprietor was on a strange errand, and his expression showed that he realized it.
Although he was frequently absent from his luxurious suite of private offices in the Chronicle and Observer building for weeks at a time, he had walked in that morning promptly at nine o’clock, instead of ten or eleven, as was his usual habit when in town.
Five minutes later, he was in possession of such facts as his general manager and the editor could give him concerning Mrs. Simpson’s phone message. The manager, of course, informed him that no such person was employed in the building,
