CHAPTER XLVII

Fay Has a Message "There's something to pay on this, miss," said the postman. Fay had come to the door in her dressing-gown, having been awakened from her sleep by the thunderous knocking at the door. "I won't take any letter that isn't stamped," she said, annoyed. "It isn't a letter and it isn't a post card," said the postman, examining the ragged slip in his hand. "Who is it from?" asked Fay, and the carrier of mails grinned. "It's against regulations to tell you, but it's from somebody called 'Julius,'" he said,…