Rossiter felt himself turn hot and cold. His head began to whirl
and his courage went fluttering away. Here was a queer
complication. The quarry hunting for the sleuth, instead of the
reverse. He fanned himself with his hat for one brief, uncertain
moment, dazed beyond belief. Then he resolutely strode over to face
the situation, trusting to luck to keep him from blundering his
game into her hands. Just as he was about to put his foot upon the
lamp-lit door-sill the solution struck him like a blow. She was
expecting Havens to meet her!
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