CHAPTER XV

A THREAT Hand at her throat, Margy stood there, her fascinated gaze upon the closed door. Who was outside there, in the hall? Jane, Miss Pepper’s maid? Oliver, perhaps? How, if discovered by either of these two, was she to explain her presence in her employer’s room? Any explanation she might attempt to make would be too far-fetched for credence. At that moment a hand was laid upon the knob of the door and it began slowly to turn. Margy’s hesitation vanished. Suddenly she was quite certain that neither Jane nor the…