CHAPTER IV

DEAD SEA FRUIT It was nearly four o’clock when Bryan turned out of Piccadilly, and rang the bell at Wessemer House. He inquired for Lady Helen. “I believe her ladyship is not at home, sir,” the porter answered. “I will find out.” He went away, and returned again in a minute. “Her ladyship will see you, sir,” he announced, with a respectful bow. “Will you walk this way?” Bryan followed a footman who had come up, into a small apartment at the side of the house, which was not generally used for receiving visitors. It …