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Rh time. She didn't want to, apparently, but she couldn't help it. And while she stepped back into the other room again I had time for a look at my ring. On the inside of it I found an inscription. It said, "From Wendy, Christmas, 1912."

That "Wendy" jumped out at me like a jack-in-the-box. It was not a common name, and the only other time I'd ever heard of it, outside of Wendy Washburn, was in a play called Peter Pan which Myrtle and I had seen one Christmas week. But could this Wendy, I asked myself, in any way be the same Wendy as my Hero-Man! And if they were the same, these two Wendies, what was a ring which he had given to some unknown woman doing in this house of midnight mysteries?