Her hand was on the latch, but for all this she still hesitated.
In another moment, as if beating down her last suspicion, Margie opened the door.
A man stood before her. It was not the person who had offered to protect her from Caddy’s advances, nor was it Caddy himself.
As she held the door open the stranger advanced into the apartment and turned suddenly upon Margie.
Her breath went fast, and she gazed at the man with half-stifled feelings.
“Miss Marne?” he asked in a peculiar voice.
“Yes, sir.”
“Alone, I see.”
“I am quite alone, but I cannot imagine to whom I owe the present call.”
“Sit down, girl.”