"Twenty—thirty years ago—a night in the Haitian jungle—when was it?"
Naked Lady
By MINDRET LORD
This is not a sex story, but is an ingenious tale of West Indian voodoo and a millionaire's strange scheme for vengeance on the actress whom he had married
Marion Van Orton finished packing her dressing-case, opened her purse to make sure that her steamer tickets were still there, took one last look in the mirror and then descended the wide, polished staircase of the Van Orton mansion for the last time. Gorham, the butler, met her at the door.
"Madam will be gone for the week end?" he asked.
"Including the week end," Mrs. Van Orton amended.
The town car was waiting at the curb. He helped her into it and stood waiting at the door while she settled back comfortably. She looked up questioningly.
