“Please step into the parlor, miss. He will soon be here.”
The visitor seated herself in the small, but neatly-furnished parlor.
“Brown & Felger. That is next door to Mr. Leonard’s,” she said, in an undertone. “Does that indicate anything?”
Her soliloquy was interrupted by the opening of the front door, and after several minutes by the entrance of a gentleman to the parlor.
He was a tall, rather portly man, with black whiskers, and a restless, shifting look in his eyes that impressed his visitor unpleasantly.
“Mr. Powers?” she asked.
“That is my name,” he replied. “Whom have I the honor to meet?”
“My name is Arlington,” she replied.
“Miss Jennie Arlington?”
“Yes, sir. May I ask how you have learned my name?”