“I must know!” Florence sprang to her feet. “I must go back there. I—”
Once again she broke short off. There came a sound from without. A key rattled in the lock.
“Some—someone,” she breathed, starting back, “and he has a key!”
Her eyes were frantically searching for a place of hiding when the door swung open and a tall lady in a sealskin coat appeared.
“Oh! Miss Mabee!” Florence exclaimed. “It is you!”
“Yes. And why not I?” Marie Mabee laughed. “What’s up? How startled you looked!”
“Nothing—just nothing at all,” Florence said in a calmer tone as she sprang forward to assist her hostess with her wraps.
“Did you see anyone on the stairs?” she asked quietly.
“No. Why? Have you stolen something?” Miss Mabee laughed. “Are you expecting the police?”
“No, not that,” Florence laughed in answer. “I’ve only been having my fortune told.”