“I feel much better,” she responded. “The draught that your friend has given me has had a wonderful effect. I’m quite restored.” And she rose to her feet and stood before us, little the worse for her experience, save, perhaps, that the dark rings about her beautiful eyes showed that her system had received a terrible shock.
“We want you to relate to us in detail what occurred when you entered the morning-room to see the woman who called upon you.”
She glanced inquiringly at her cousin, as though to obtain her permission to speak.
“Nothing occurred,” she answered; “she was sitting there awaiting me.”
“She had sent in a message, and you thought it—as your dressmaker, did you not?”
“Yes. And I was very much surprised to find that it was not.”
“Was it some other person whom you knew?”
“I had never seen her before,” answered the woman who was my wedded wife. “She was tall, thin and dressed in black which seemed much the worse for wear.”
“Dark or fair?”
“Dark. But I could not see her features well because of her thick black veil.”