CHAPTER XIII

WHO WAS SHE? Late that night, when Hetherwick was thinking things over, a pounding on his stairs and a knock on his outer door heralded the entrance of Matherfield, who, with an expressive look, flung himself into the nearest easy chair. "For heaven's sake, Mr. Hetherwick, give me a drop of that whisky!" he exclaimed. "I'm dead beat--and dead disappointed, too! Such a day as I've had after that woman! And what it all means the Lord only knows--I don't!" Hetherwick helped his evidently far-spent visitor to a whis…