Venna left the library and was going upstairs when she heard voices below.
"I tell you I must see her. It's important. I won't leave this house until you take me to Mrs. Hadly."
"But, madam, I have to obey orders. She refuses to see anyone at present."
"Tell your mistress what I say," came the confident answer.
Stella ascended the stairs reluctantly and Venna met her half way.
"I heard her, Stella. I will see her for a few moments—in the library."
"You wish to see me?" Venna asked pleasantly as she re-entered the library.
The woman, still standing, eyed Venna from head to foot critically before speaking.
Venna had the impression of a rather good looking, stout brunette with small, restless dark eyes. She was fashionably dressed, with a style more attractive than refined.
"So you are Mrs. Hadly!" she exclaimed rather than asked.