"Yes. She is expecting you. Come this way, please. She is occupying my room at present. She still has a fear of the other one—the one she formerly used."
"I see. But she need not have it now. There will be no further trouble." He followed Mrs. Morton into her bedroom.
Ruth, looking very haggard and white, was sitting in an easy chair by the window. Duvall was amazed to note how terribly the shock of the night before had affected her.
"How do you do, Miss Morton," he said, offering his hand. "I am glad to find you almost yourself again."
The girl looked up with a faint smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Duvall. I am much better. I understand that you have found out who has been causing me all this trouble."
"I think I have. But before I go ahead I want you to give me a little assistance. Do you think you would know the woman who came to your rooms last night, in case you should see her again?"
Miss Morton shuddered.
"I—I don't know. I do not think I saw her face. It was all so very sudden——"
"Tell me about it," Duvall said. "It may help me to get at the facts. That is, if you feel able to do so."