Chapter 2
THE ADDRESS ON THE CARDImpatiently Jane looked at her wrist watch. It lacked an hour of
the time when she was to meet her mother at the Ritz for tea. Her
nerves still all ajangle from excitement and worry over the
morning's tragedy, and her own accidental secret knowledge of
certain aspects of the case had made it wholly impossible for her
to do anything that day with even simulated interest.
She had been debating with herself whether or not to confide to
her mother the story of the tragic tableau of which she had been an
accidental witness, when Mrs. Strong had dashed into her bedroom to
give her a hurried peck on the cheek and to say that she was off to
luncheon and the matinée with Mrs. Starrett.
"You're not looking well to-day, dear," her mother had said.
"Stay i
