"Will you take it to her at once," she commanded the servant, and she handed him the card. "Tell her that it is extremely urgent."
"But it is late, your ladyship," protested the man; "and I expect she has retired."
Nevertheless he went. A look from the woman compelled obedience. A few minutes later he returned.
"Will you be pleased to follow me, your ladyship?" he said. "Miss Stanmore will see you."
Olga Petrovic followed him with a steady step, but in her eyes was a look of fear.
CHAPTER XXXIX
The Triumph of Good
Beatrice Stanmore was sitting in a tiny room as the Countess Olga Petrovic entered. It was little more than a dressing-room, and adjoined her bedroom. She rose at Olga's entrance, and looked at the woman intently. She was perfectly calm, and was far more at ease than her visitor.