CHAPTER VI
THE FACE AT THE WINDOW
While Harding sat talking to Brennan in the office, Bessie came to him with a note.
"Mrs. Eustace asked me to give you this, sir," the girl said, as she handed it to him at the door.
He tore open the envelope. A single sheet of paper was enclosed, on which was written, "For the sake of the bygone days, come to me."
"Where is Mrs. Eustace?" he asked.
"She's in her room, Mr. Harding, in her little sitting-room."
It was one of the rooms where he had never been, a tiny chamber at the far end of the passage which she had made into a boudoir. Once he had seen into it through the open door, seen the daintiness with which it was decorated, a daintiness redolent of her as he had known her in the days when, for him, the world held no other woman.
And she had chosen this as the place where they should meet!