"To whom does this belong, Miss Cross, do you know? I am amazed to find such a book in this room. French literature of this kind is expressly forbidden."
Joy shook her head slowly. Her lips refused to speak.
"You have never seen it before?"
Again the head shook slowly.
"Have you seen Miss Ashe reading it at any time?"
"No, Miss Martin."
"This is her drawer, is it not?"
"Yes—it is her drawer."
Miss Martin finished the inspection of the bureau rather hurriedly, and book in hand, left the room.
Joy went over to the window and stood looking out. The color had come back into her face, but her hand trembled as she put it up to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead.