There was a knock on the door, and Frank cried:
“Come in.”
A boy entered with a card, which he gave to Merry. When he saw the name on it, Frank leaped to his feet, uttering an exclamation of surprise.
“Inza?” he gasped. “Here at this hour! What does it mean?”
Then, turning to the boy, he inquired:
“Who accompanied the lady?”
“She is alone,” was the surprising answer. “She came in a cab and asked to see you without a moment’s delay.”
“Something is wrong!” declared Frank, getting his hat and overcoat. Then he hastened down to the ladies’ parlor, where Inza was waiting for him.
Inza was pale and somewhat agitated when Frank reached her.
“What is it, Inza?” Merry asked.