"Miss Wynne," said the visitor, "no one but a woman can understand how distressed I am. I'm sure I can trust you; I can read that in your face. I am always sure of my intuitions. And, now that I have seen you, I'm going to tell you something that I didn't quite dare to tell Astro. I know my fiancé is in some trouble. But what I'm afraid of is too dreadful; it terrifies me! Here! look at this! It dropped out of Mr. Cameron's pocket the last time he called, and I found it after he had gone."
She handed an envelope to Valeska, who looked at it carefully and drew out a single sheet of paper. On this was written in green ink:
"Be at the Assassins' Saturday at seven. Haskell's turn."
"What can that mean?" Miss Mannering whispered. "I didn't dare to show it for fear of getting Bob into trouble in some way. That word 'Assassins'—Oh, it's awful!"
"May I take this letter?" Valeska asked.
"No, I daren't leave it. Mr. Cameron may miss it and ask for it. But you may tell Astro, if you think best."
Valeska gave another glance at the letter and handed it back. "My dear Miss Mannering, don't worry about it," she said, pressing her hand. "It may not be so bad as you fear. Whatever it is, Astro will find it out, you may be sure."
When the visitor had departed, Valeska walked into the studio with the news. Astro listened in silence
