Chapter III

Charles continued to look into the room. The place where Margaret had stood was just at the edge of where the thick double wreath of fat blue flowers began to twine itself about a central medallion. There was a little worn place just to the right of where she had stood. He stared at the worn place. Margaret had been here and was gone again—_Margaret_. Well, that put the lid on telephoning to the police. Yes, by gum it did! A quick spasm of laughter shook him. He had said that it would be interesting to meet Margare…