CHAPTER IV

"WATCH YOUR STEP!" Rose caught her breath sharply, as Sylvia swept, with a slithering of her silken skirts, to the extension telephone in the reception hall. And even as she prepared to listen and speak over the wire, the girl had a cautioning thought. "You didn't tell mother; did you, James?" she asked, in a whisper. "No, Miss Pursell. The message was for you." "I know. That's right. Still I thought----Hello!" she interrupted herself to speak into the transmitter. "Yes, this is Miss Pursell. Oh, it's you, Mr. Mont…