OLD ACQUAINTANCES
“You wanted to see me?”
The voice had the soft, slow intonation of the South, and it held some quality that haunted the memory. Or so Melissy thought afterward, but that may have been because of its owner’s appeal to sympathy.
“If you are Miss Yarnell.”
“Ferne Yarnell is my name.”
“Mr. Bellamy asked me to call on you. He sent this letter of introduction.”
A faint wave of color beat into the cheek of the stranger. “You know Mr. Bellamy then?”
“Yes. He would have been here to meet you, but he met with an accident yesterday.”
“An accident!” There was a quick flash of alarm in the lifted face.
“He told me to tell you that it was not serious. He was shot in the arm.”