"I am always interested in worthy charities," she remarked, with a peculiar smile. "Won't you come in?" She held wide the door.
Grace found herself in a quandary. Was this a plot to get her inside the apartment, or was the woman in earnest? It seemed unlikely, and yet, Grace feared the danger, now that she had gone so far, of arousing the other's suspicions by a refusal.
"I—I will come in for a moment," she said, and an instant later found herself in a small, rather poorly furnished living room. The woman closed the door, and followed her. Grace braced herself for a possible attack, but none came.
"Sit down," her hostess said, indicating a chair.
"No. It is too late for that. If you care to subscribe anything——"
"But you must tell me more about your work."
"It is very simple. The money is expended by the Polish Relief Committee, to relieve the starving and destitute sufferers in the war zone."
"I see. It seems a worthy charity. I will think the matter over. Suppose you call again."
Grace began to breathe more freely.
"I will do so, of course," she said, moving toward the door.