"Sir Guy Errington."
With a low laugh of triumph she tossed the flowers on the table, and, with the card still in her hand, swept across the room to a desk of rosewood near the window. Sitting down she wrote a note to Major Griff:
"Dear Major,
"Kindly bring with you to-morrow your cheque for £200. He has come back.
"Maraquita Veilsturm."
Placing this in an envelope, she directed it to Major Griff, at the Globetrotters' Club, then ringing the bell, gave it to the servant, with instructions that it was to be delivered at once.
When she was once more alone, she picked up Sir Guy's card, and smiled cruelly as she looked at the name.
"You fool," she whispered softly. "Oh, you fool."