noon
All day , as she dragged her father through picture galleries , she found herself looking forward to another morning , wondering , eager . But on the following morning Sadie Haight , the maid through whom this odd correspondence was passing , had no letter to deliver . The news rather disappointed the daughter of Texas . At noon she insisted on returning to the hotel for luncheon , though , as her father pointed out , they were far from the Carlton at the time . Her journey was rewarded . Letter number two was waiting ; and as she read she gasped . DEAR LADY AT THE CARLTON : I am writing this at three in the morning , with London silent as the grave , beyond our garden .