At this moment the latch of the door rattled gently. She looked up in surprise, for Mrs. Treacher could scarcely have gone and returned in so short a while.
The door opened. On the threshold stood a vision—a woman clad in furs—a woman with diamonds flashing on her white throat where the furs parted.
Miss Gabriel gasped.
The apparition stood for a moment, looked her in the eyes, and was gone, closing the door softly.
Miss Gabriel tottered, and sank back against the sofa's edge.
CHAPTER VIII
A BRIEF REVENGE
"Ladies?" ejaculated the Commandant. "In my quarters?"
Vashti nodded demurely. "I think you might have told me," she said in a tone of mild reproach.