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I knew They were waiting for me. Last night I heard Them again—after the ball. It was a horrible night! I shall write to Dr. Owen that I must see him at once.
CHAPTER III
A BOWL OF GOLD FISH
(A letter from Penelope)
New York, February ——.
Dear Dr. Owen:
Did you think I had vanished from the earth? I know I ought to have reported to you a week ago, but—I fear Penelope Wells is an unreliable person. Forgive me! I am in great distress.