Jeff's head sank into his papers again.
"Tell her I'm busy!" Then he looked up irritably. "What lady? Who is she? I can't see anybody to-day."
"I don't know. She doesn't belong around here." And he dropped the card on the desk.
Jeff picked it up and looked at it with a scowl, then started in amazement. What did it mean? He rose slowly, his brows perplexed, and put on his coat.
"Tell her to come in," he said. He was still standing in the middle of the room looking at her card when Mrs. Cheyne entered.
CHAPTER XIX
THE LADY IN GRAY
She was frankly amused at his bewilderment.
"Well," she said with a smile, "you don't seem very pleased to see me."
"I—it's rather sudden. I wasn't exactly certain it was you." He took her hand mechanically. "What on earth are you doing out here?"