CHAPTER XV

THE MUSIC OF SPRING They walked over to the right-hand door, which Judge, after turning the handle, at once kicked wide open with his foot. . . . A sudden and unanticipated flood of brilliant sunshine, streaming through the room from an open window on the further side, momentarily blinded them, so that they staggered back with the shock. Judge was the first to recover himself. “It’s all right, we can go in. The room’s empty.” Isbel hastened to the window. It was breast-high. There was no glass in it, but it possess…