I s-ribbleo , ?. . _
left it at the house to be delivered
to him as soon as h< ? i.<,? .. i
dldn t want to tell him fa .* ?
for fear hi?
"Good Lord It s all up. th.1;' What
did you say in the note; Oan you
remember T
"I wrote: I have j-.*t been married
to the man ! love. Korgive |t
Bm??" Sill> 1,1 tU ?<< '''I' a note
"You didn't say it w;.s Hugh von
had married""
"N'o. There was. tio neod. Father
would know. Mrs."Hard^ said to him
only this morning-?"
They were Interrupted by the vio
?ent opening of tho door leading from
the corridor. Across the. threshold.
Into the outer office, hurried a tal!
middle-aged woman of strikinclv
handsome appearance. in one hand
j she clutched an open latter.
"Whore is Mr. Turnbull?'* she de
manded loudly.
"XV,I?.1 1,0 5ou want of him, Mrs.
Hardy." evaded Scott. glancing at tlio
letter she hold so lightly.
"Private business!" snapped tho
housekeeper. "t must see hlni rlKlit
away."
"1 in afraid you can't,*' objected
Scott. "lie is busy. And?"
The door of the private ofHce was
opened and Turnbull came out.
"1 heard soiye one asking for m?"
he began. "What?Oh. it's you. Mrs.
llnrdy.' \\ hat is the matter?"
"Matter enough!" she shrilled
"This note was left at the house I
recognized Miss Turnbull's handwrit
ing on the envelope; and I thought
perhaps it was some message I could
toll you over the telephone. So I
opened It."
Marjorie made a futile and l.elnted
effort to snatch the luckless note. But
it was already in her fathers hands.
