CHAPTER XXV

"Coldharbour Smith" Valerie Howett did not faint. Slowly, mechanically, she put down the cat she held in her arms, and, stooping, picked up the arrow. The shaft was smooth, the point needle-sharp. The Green Archer! He had been there, in that very room. Where had he gone? The sound of the kettle boiling over brought her back to realities. She extinguished the flame of the lamp and returned to the drawing-room, her appetite gone. The Green Archer! But she had nothing to fear from him. He was the enemy of Abel Bellamy…