The Great Pearl Secret

He glared at the clasp as if the diamond and sapphire eye were a miniature head of Medusa
C. N. & A. M. WILLIAMSON
FRONTISPIECE BY JULIAN DE MISKEY
GARDEN CITY, N. Y., AND TORONTO DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY 1921
COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY C. N. & A. M. WILLIAMSON
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, INCLUDING THAT OF TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES, INCLUDING THE SCANDINAVIAN
CONTENTS
CHAPTER

A maid opened the door leading from a bedroom to a salon of the royal suite at Harridge's Hotel. Dusk had fallen, and entering, she switched on the electricity. The room, with its almost Louis Seize decorations, was suddenly flooded with light; and to her surprise the Frenchwoman saw a slim black figure nestled deep among cushions on a sofa before the fire. A small white face, with a frame of terra-cotta hair crushed under a mourning toque, turned a pair of big black eyes upon her.
Miladi West! exclaimed the maid. (She pronounced it Vest ) Pardon, Madame, I did not know that any one was here.