He sat down and wrote his article till lunch-time. It was the best thing he had ever done, he felt, as he gathered the loose sheets together, and thrust a paper-clip through the corners.
He rose and was about to ring for his man—who had returned at breakfast-time—when the door opened and the man himself came in.
"Miss Marjorie Poole would like to see you, sir, if you are disengaged," he said.
Donald Megbie's face grew quite white with surprise.
Once more he felt the mysterious quickenings of the night before.
"Ask Miss Poole to come in," he said.
CHAPTER XVII
MARJORIE AND DONALD MEGBIE
The valet showed Marjorie Poole into Donald Megbie's study.