She was frightfully tired. She leaned her head back and tried to
think of something to calm her shaking nerves, - that this was
Graham's home, that he sometimes sat in that very chair. But she
found that Graham meant nothing to her. Nothing mattered, except
that her warning had been in time.
So intent was she on the thing that she was listening for that
smaller, near-by sounds escaped her. So she did not hear a door
open up-stairs and the soft rustle of a woman's negligee as it
swept from stair to stair. But as the foot-steps outside the door
she stood up quickly and looked back over her shoulder.
Natalie stood framed in the doorway, staring at her.
"Well?" she said. And on receiving no answer from the frightened
girl, "What are you doing here?"
The ugly suspicion in her voice left Anna speechless for a moment.
"Don't move, please," said Natalie's cold voice. "Stay just where
you are." She reached behind the curtain at the doorway, and Anna
heard the far-away ringing of a bell, insistent and prolonged.
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