The very blood seemed to freeze in her veins. A pallor that had the appearance of death crept over her face, and a trembling seized her that seemed to shake her in every limb.
But it was only for a moment.
The veiled woman stepped forward and uncovered her face.
"You!" gasped Leonie. "How came you here at this hour, and what do you want?"
"I came by way of the street-door, and I want to see Liz!" answered Evelyn Chandler, coolly. "Where is she?"
"She was taken to the hospital more than an hour ago."
"And you were here alone?"
"I was until you came!"
With nervous irritation Miss Chandler threw her eye over the apartment.
It rested upon the chair whereon Leonie had left the box with the papers scattered about, some having fallen upon the floor, others lay on the side of the bed where Dick had died.