CHAPTER XI
ENTRAPPED!
When Rosalind's contemptuous eyes abandoned that silent interchange of looks, they fell upon the envelope in Hylda Prout's hand, nor could she help noticing that round the flap it was clumsily stained with gum. Yet Osborne had written her saying that it had been unopened....
The other woman stepped to the door of the cab.
"Miss Marsh?" she inquired, with an assumed lack of knowledge that was insolent in itself.
"Yes."
"Mr. Osborne left this for you, if you called."
"Thank you."
The business was ended, yet the lady-secretary still stood there, staring brazenly at Rosalind's face.
"Drive on——"
Rosalind raised her gloved hand to attract the driver's attention.