CHAPTER 4He had the choice of going home and eating a solitary lunch or mooning in his office. Somehow a meal, and a solitary meal, had no attraction for him and he was still in a state of indecision when he saw the Camerons' car pull up and Frank jump down.
Jim Bartholomew hurried out to meet him.
"I want to speak to you, Jim," said that troubled man.
It was the first time he had called Jim Bartholomew by his Christian name, and Jim accepted the omen with pleasure.
"I can't make out what has happened to Cecile," said Frank as they paced the broad sidewalk, deserted at the luncheon hour, "This morning she was quite cheerful and even made a jest about that ring of hers, which is a mighty solemn subject with Cecile, I can tell you. What did you call it?"
"The Daughters of the Night," sa
