CHAPTER XXVII

The Link "Mr. Howett wishes to know whether you are coming to breakfast, madam." Valerie sat up in bed and passed her hand over her eyes. Her head was throbbing. "Breakfast?" she said dully. "Yes, yes. Will you please tell him I will come down?" Had she been dreaming? She shivered at the recollection. It had been no dream. Her golf skirt, stained with dust, lay thrown across the back of the chair, and she remembered coming up to bed. Where had she been? When she had recovered consciousness she was in the drawing-ro…