CHAPTER IV

COMING HOME THE bolt grated, as if grudgingly, and slowly the door opened as far as the limits of its chain would permit, and Mrs. Rainham’s face appeared in the aperture. She glared at them for a minute without speaking. “So you have come home?” she said at last. The chain fell, and the door opened. “I wonder you trouble to come home at all. May I ask where you have been?” “She has been with me, Mrs. Rainham,” Bob said cheerfully. “May I come in?” Mrs. Rainham did not move. She held the door half open, blocking th…