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And this rather remarkable message was signed by the one word "Wendy."

That note, for some reason, started me thinking of the night before. I sat down in a chair beside the table and made an effort to go methodically over the events of the past twenty-four hours. But it proved no easy thing to do. It left me confronted by too many tangles and confounded by too many questions which were still unanswered. And as I pondered over these problems I absently lifted a dish-cover which was still quite warm to the touch, and unearthed a platter of bacon and eggs. Then I lifted the yellow silk tea-cosey and sniffed at the coffee. That, naturally enough, made me look about for the toast. But there was none.

I was still inwardly lamenting this discovery when a sudden sound put an end to all such thoughts. It was the quick shrill of a bell, and it brought me up short. For, at first, I thought that sound was unmistakably a door-bell ringing. As the sound was repeated, however, again and still again, I became convinced it was the call-bell of a telephone from some near-by room. So I started