She stood there gazing out into the darkened quiet side-street. She was trembling in every limb. Now and again she would half turn. Her eyes would go slowly, warily toward the portrait hanging there over the mantel and then they would hurry away again.
She started nervously when the butler knocked at the door.
"What is it, Williams?"
"Mr. Drare's housekeeper, ma'am. She'd like to see you, ma'am. I said I'd ask."
"Show her in here, Williams."
The man left the room.
She walked over to the farther corner of the room and switched on the lights.
She heard footsteps in the hall.
She stood quite still; waiting.
Footsteps—Nearer—