woman. “I heard her tell the coachman to go to the British Consulate.”
The last doubt was leaving Susie. She went to the dressmaker and there discovered that by Margaret’s order the boxes containing her things had gone on the previous day to the luggage office of the Gare du Nord.
“I hope you didn’t let them go till your bill was paid,” said Susie lightly, as though in jest.
The dressmaker laughed.
“Mademoiselle paid for everything two or three days ago.”
With indignation Susie realised that Margaret had not only taken away the trousseau bought for her marriage with Arthur; but, since she was herself penniless, had paid for it with the money which he had generously given her. Susie drove then to Mrs. Bloomfield, who at once reproached her for not coming to see her.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve been exceedingly busy, and I knew that Margaret was looking after you.”
“I’ve not seen Margaret for three weeks,” said the invalid.
“Haven’t you? I thought she dropped in quite often.”
Susie spoke as though the matter were of no importance. She asked herself now where Margaret could have spent those afternoons. By a great effort she forced herself to speak of casual things with the garrulous old lady long enough to make her visit quite natural. At last it seemed reasonable to go. She went to the Consulate, and her last doubt was
