CHAPTER XXX

The Story Walking in her garden in the dusk, revolving in her chaotic mind the events of the past twenty-four hours, Valerie saw something white flutter over the wall and hurried to pick up the note. She opened it and read the scrawled lines and put the letter away in her handbag. At ten o'clock came a visitor in the shape of James Featherstone. For his advent Miss Howett was not unprepared. Valerie was waiting for him in the passage. "I'm glad you've come," she said quickly. "I am going to tell you the story of Mr…