Suddenly he sat up again, and addressed the Baroness.
"I say," he exclaimed, "how is it that you have a key to this flat?
What did you come here for this afternoon ?" The Baroness laughed softly.
"Well, I got the key from the landlord a few days ago.

I told him that I might take the flat, and he told me to come in and look at it and return the key--which you see I haven't done.

To be quite honest with you, though, I had another reason for coming here." The young man looked at her with mingled suspicion and admiration.

She had raised her veil now, and even Wrayson was aware that he had scarcely realized how beautiful a woman she was.

Her tailor-made gown of dark green cloth fitted her to perfection; she was turned out with all that delightful perfection of detail which seems to be the Frenchwoman's heritage.