But what?
She knitted her brows in an agony of indecision, then giving her pen an energetic shake that betokened definite purpose, she began: "DEAR TOM: "It is now over a week since last I heard from you.

What----" The loud ring of the doorbell caused her to break off abruptly the sentence she had begun.

With that curious intuition which sometimes manifests itself unbidden, she was seized with the startled conviction that the bell had conveyed the news of an arrival important to herself.
Listening with an anxiety she could not yet understand, she heard a man's deep tones raised in inquiry.

Then came the lighter voice of the maid who had answered the door.

Then---- "Miss Harlowe," the maid had entered the living-room and addressed her, "there's a special delivery letter come for you.