Before him stood the waiter and the
watchman of the flats.
"My rooms," he was saying, "have been occupied within the last ten
minutes by strangers, and by people who have no right here whatever. I
have certain proof of this. Do you allow any one who chooses to come
into the building and use the lift, and enter whatever apartment
they choose?"
"We cannot employ detectives," the manager answered, "and every one who
lives here has visitors."
There was a soft knock at the door, and almost immediately it was
opened. Virginia entered, and guessed immediately the meaning of the
little scene before her.
"You want an explanation as to that telephone message," she said
quietly. "I have come to give it to you. If you will send these people
away, I will explain everything."
Norris Vine looked at her in amazement. Her face somehow seemed
familiar, but he failed at first to place her. The two men whom Vine was
interviewing were only too glad of the opportunity to take their
departure.
"Am I to understand," Vine asked, "that it was you whose voice I heard
at the telephone?"
"You are," Virginia answered, "and you may be very thankful for it.
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