Chapter 67

Virginia stood back a little, and a slip of paper, weighted with a stone, fell accurately at her feet. She unfolded it and read: “_My dear_ (Anthony had written),—_I’m in a tight place, but I mean to win through. Will you trust me and come to me?_” For quite two minutes Virginia stood there, immovable, reading those few words over again and again. She raised her head, looking round the well-appointed luxury of the bedroom as though she saw it with new eyes. Then she leaned out of the window again. “What am I to do?…