Myra Willard's Challenge Since her meeting with Conrad Lagrange in the rose garden, Sibyl Andres had looked, every day, for that promised letter.

She found it early in the afternoon.

It was a quaint letter--written in the spirit of their meeting--telling her the probable time of her neighbor's return; warning her, in fear of some fanciful horror, to beware of the picture on the easel; and wishing her joy of the adventure.

With the note, was a key.
A few minutes later, the girl unlocked the door of the studio, and entered the building that had once been so familiar to her, but was now, in its interior, so transformed.

Slowly, she pushed the door to, behind her.