CHAPTER IV

With a word to his newly-made acquaintances to sit tight and keep their eyes and ears open, Pellison left the lounge and hurried upstairs to Lady Delladale’s room. Lady Delladale sat where he had left her, examining some article of female finery which she obviously intended wearing that evening. She motioned to Pellison to close the door and then, as he drew near, pointed to the dressing-table. “You saw that green morocco case that was lying there when you were up here, John Pellison?” she asked. “Well, it containe…