From the
hotel stoop he watched until she vanished within the general store,
which contained the post-office.
Through the rude window the clerk pushed a plain manila envelope into
her outstretched hand. Evidently from the thinness of the letter,
Farriss had but few instructions to give and, thrusting the unopened
missive into her hand-bag, she retraced her steps to her room.
There she vented a startled gasp. The suitcase which she had left
closed upon the floor was open--wide open--its contents disarranged.
Some one had rummaged it thoroughly. And Miss Donovan knew that she
was under suspicion.
CHAPTER X: AT A NEW ANGLE
The knowledge that she was thus being spied upon gave the girl a sudden
thrill, but not of fear. Instead it served to strengthen her resolve.
There had been nothing in her valise to show who she really was, or why
she was in Haskell, and consequently, if any vague suspicion had been
aroused as to her presence in that community, the searchers had
discovered no proof by this rifling of her bag.
She examined the room thoroughly, and glanced out into the still,
deserted hall before bolting the door.
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