CHAPTER XXIV

THE INVITATION Later, Margy looked back upon the scene as though it were some fantastic dream. Rex Pepper standing there, his face a study of conflicting emotions—little gray-haired Miss Pepper, hardly more than half her nephew’s size, but dominating him absolutely by the sheer force of her powerful personality. At the time, Margy half expected Rex Pepper to resent the blow in kind. For a moment malignity looked from his eyes and Margy stepped forward with the half-formed intention of protecting her employer, shoul…