CHAPTER XXXII

The Sundial § I Fée Czerna heard and felt the elevator stop. She was pushed forward. The scarf covering her eyes was of thin enough texture to enable her to see that she was now in a lighted place, whereas hitherto she had moved in darkness. Details were hazy. She had walked out into the gardens and had determined to go as far as the old sundial. Then—something had happened. She had passed the detective on duty at the gate in the tall hedge, and had gone down the steps. She could n…