JOY IRVING had unpacked her trunks and set her small apartment to rights, when the postman's ring sounded, and a moment later a letter was slipped under her door.
She picked it up, and recognised Arthur Stuart's penmanship. She sat down, holding the unopened letter in her hands.
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