Chapter 4
THE CLUE IN THE BOOKSubway passengers sitting opposite Jane Strong as she rode
up-town from Mr. Fleck's office, if they observed her at all—and
most of them did—saw only a slim, good-looking young girl, dressed
in a chic tailormade suit, crowned with a dashing Paris hat tilted
at the proper angle to display best the sheen of her black, black
hair, which after the prevailing fashion was pulled forward
becomingly over her ears. Outwardly Jane was unchanged, but within
her nerves were all atingle at the thought of the tremendous and
fascinating responsibility so unexpectedly thrust upon her. Her
mind, too, was aflame with patriotic ardor, but coupled with these
new sensations was a persisting sense of dread, an intangible,
unforgettable feeling of horror that kept croppi
