Maresfield Gardens

I glanced down.

It was from Osborne, and ran, "'Read report to-day's papers about Maresfield Gardens fire.

Write me when you think about it.

Jack Osborne.' I read through it again, then looked up at Dulcie, who still stood there before me.

"'Interest me enormously?' she said contemptuously, crumpling up the paper and tossing it into the grate.

For some moments she did not speak.

"'What fire was there at Maresfield Gardens?' she inquired suddenly.

"'And why does he ask you what you think about it?' "'Ah, so it does interest you a little,' I exclaimed, taking hold of her hand and drawing her towards me, for as she stood there looking down at me, she seemed somehow to magnetize me.