CHAPTER VIII

MYSTERY At the sound of the name Chester Drew something strange and incomprehensible happened to Birdie North. Birdie’s eyes opened in a startled way. Her face that was usually dead white, turned a swift scarlet. She glanced at Rose in a frightened way—then at Chester Drew. “It is—oh, it is!” she muttered, under her breath, and staggered a little and gripped the edge of the counter as though to keep herself from falling. Annabelle did not notice Birdie’s trepidation. But Rose, who loved the frail girl and had been …