Then I remembered ... there was no Richard Warren.
CHAPTER XIII
After a long time, I heard a knock at my door.
"May I speak with you, Mavis, just for a moment?" said my husband.
I steadied my voice with an effort.
"I can't imagine that you have anything of interest to tell me," I answered, "Isn't it time you went to Havana to meet Mr. Penny?"
There was an exclamation, and suddenly the door was flung open and Bill came in.
"Look here," he said, "we've got to have this thing out once and for all."
I was standing, my wet handkerchief in a tight, hard wad in my hand.
"Please leave my room," I said coldly.