CHAPTER XXI

THE OFFERING OF A SOUL On the seventh day after her first visit to him, Myra stood once more in Amies Rutten’s library. She had found it empty; he was at dinner with some friends, the servant told her, and she would probably have to wait for an hour. But in less than five minutes Rutten pushed aside the curtains and entered the room; his pale face flushed a little, perhaps with wine, or was it with the triumph of her visit? He walked calmly across the great room, banishing all traces of expectation from his face, a…