"There is but one way to reform a man like that----"
The prosecutor did not finish, for standing in the doorway was Miriam
Challoner, pale as a ghost, a look of interrogation in her eyes. Shirley
ran quickly to her.
"Miriam, dear, I didn't send for you!" she cried, placing an arm around
her. "It was Mr. Murgatroyd...."
Mrs. Challoner bowed and smiled faintly.
"I believe I have met Mr. Murgatroyd before," she said with a grace
peculiarly her own.