It was a difficult task, nor was it made easier by the two shrewd eyes which were regarding me as if I were some curious and unnecessary kind of creature.
CHAPTER IX.
THE REVELATIONS OF “MR. GEORGE WITHERS”
Miss Adair was a tall, commandingly built young woman, with about her more than a suggestion of muscularity. I had recognized her at once. On the stage she was accustomed to play the part of the dashing adventuress; the sort of person who could not, under any possible circumstances, be put down. I realized that she might be disposed to carry something of her stage manner into actual life. She confronted me as if I were some despised, but lifelong enemy, whose attacks she was prepared to resist at every point.
“When are you going to tell me what has happened to Bessie? In the first place, where is she?”
“She’s at Imperial Mansions.”
“What’s she doing there?”
“She’s in charge of the housekeeper—Mrs. Peddar.”
“In charge! What do you mean?”
“Miss Moore is not—not herself.”
“You men have been playing some trick on her. You shall pay for it dearly if you have!”