of the glass roof, only a subdued light filtered into the
place, but, as the day was brilliant with sunshine, the
apartment was fairly well illuminated. Still, on a cloudy
day, Susan could imagine how dull it would be. In winter time
the room must be perfectly dark.

It was luxuriously furnished, in red and gold. The carpet and
curtains were of bright scarlet, threaded with gold. The
furniture, strangely enough, was of white polished wood
upholstered in crimson satin fringed with gold. There were
many pictures in large gilded frames and many mirrors
similarly encircled with gilded wood. The grate, fender and
fire-irons were of polished brass, and round the walls were
numerous electric lamps with yellow shades. The whole room
represented a bizarre appearance, flamboyant and rather
tropical in looks. Apparently Miss Loach was fond of vivid
colors. There was no piano, nor were there books or papers,
and the only evidence as to how Miss Loach passed her time
revealed itself in a work-basket and a pack of cards. Yet, at
her age, Susan thought that needlework would be rather trying,
even though she wore no glasses and her eyes seemed bright and
keen. She was an odd old lady and appeared to be rich. "I'll
engage you," said Miss Loach abruptly; "get your box and be
here before five o'clock this afternoon. I am expecting some
friends at eight o'clock. You must be ready to admit them.
Now go!"

"But, ma'am, I--"

"In this house," interrupted Miss Loach imperiously, "no one