Publisher's Synopsis
THE big, mud-spattered touring car, which for the past hour had been plowing its way steadily northward from the city of Washington, hesitated for a moment before the gateway which marked the end of the well kept drive, then swept on to the house. A man, stoutly built, keen of eye, showing haste in his every movement, sprang from the machine and ascended the veranda steps. "Does Richard Duvall live here?" he inquired, curtly, of the smiling old colored woman who came to the door.
