Chapter VI—The Second Bracelet

The whole mystery really began the next afternoon. But I must begin by telling of what happened in the morning. I got up and met my aunt. She sent for me, and I went to her room, where she, dressed in a beautiful négligé, was eating her breakfast. She looked a little tired and white, but she didn’t let herself seem so when she talked. “My dear child,” she said, “we are so happy to have you here. Sit down—not there, dear; that’s a frock I’ve had sent up on approval, and one doesn’t like to crush them more than so mu…