CHAPTER XII

Valerie's Sprained Ankle "Father," said Valerie Howett that morning at breakfast, "I want a country-house." Mr. Howett looked up. "What's that?" he asked, startled. "I want a country-house," said Valerie. He thought she looked tired and pale. There were dark shadows under her eyes, and a certain listlessness of manner which caused him some concern. "I've seen a wonderful old place. It isn't far from London, and it has the disadvantage of adjoining Abel Bellamy's estate." "But, my dear," said the troubled man, "I ha…