Chapter 3
MARGARET WITHERS stood near the French window of her sitting-room in "White Cottage," looking distastefully at an open telegram. She read it again, then folded it and, with sudden decision, pulled aside the curtains and looked out.
Why had d**k chosen this day, of all days, to visit her? Why did he ask to enter by the drawing-room window? Finally, and above all, why was he nearly an hour late, though he had said in his wire that his business was urgent?
She glanced at her watch. Nearly seven, and d**k had said he would call at six. She moved away from the window and sat down in an armchair near the empty fireplace.
It was foolish to worry about d**k. Nevertheless, he was her cousin; they had lived together in childhood, and it was only natural that she should worry. She would
