“In the first room to the right.”
“The old-fashioned parlor, eh?”
“Yes, there, there!” cried the millionaire’s child. “God forgive me, Claude, I couldn’t help it. I had him in the snare.”
Five minutes later Claude Lamont stood on the sidewalk in front of his home.
“In creation’s name, what does sis mean?” he asked himself. “What has she been doing in that old house? Something desperate, I’ll bet my head.”
He walked to the first corner, where he took a passing car and rode downtown.
A few minutes later he left it, and proceeded to Cedar Street.
The millionaire owned half a dozen houses there, but the one designated by Opal was the best of all.
With the key supplied by his sister, the city sport let himself into the house and shut the door carefully behind him.
Then he made his way to the first room on the right of the hall and opened its portal.