THE WRONG TURNING Sylvia slept that night the heavy, unstirring sleep of utter weariness though when she lay down she scarcely expected to sleep at all.

The shock, the bewilderment, the crushing dread, that had attended her arrival after the long, long journey had completely exhausted her mentally, and physically.

She slept as a child sleeps at the end of a strenuous day.
When she awoke, the night was gone and all the world was awake and moving.

The clouds had all passed, and a brilliant morning sun shone down upon the wide street below her window.

She felt refreshed though the heat was still great.