The mystery, as they afterwards discovered, was even greater than they had ever anticipated.
It was beyond human credence.
Chapter Forty Seven.
Contains More Mystery.
The old-fashioned, ill-cut gown of black stuff and the rather unbecoming big black hat gave Sam’s visitor an appearance of being older than she really was. A spotted veil concealed her features, but as she entered the room she raised it quickly.
The face revealed was the soft, sweet countenance of Maud Petrovitch.
Charlie gripped his companion’s arm and gave vent to an exclamation of amazement as he stood peering forth open-mouthed.
As the girl entered the old man turned fiercely upon her and uttered some inquiry. What it was the watchers could not distinguish, for thick plate glass stood between the conservatory and the library. Yet whatever he said or however caustic and bitter his manner, the young girl stood defiant.