The Sword of Damocles
"There is a woman here, sir, who insists on seeing you; she has been waiting through half the last piece. Shall I tell her you are coming out?"
"A woman!" exclaimed I, somewhat surprised, for my visitors are not apt to be of the gentler sex.
"Yes sir, an old one. She seems very anxious to speak to you. I could not get rid of her no how."
I hurried forward to the muffled figure which he pointed out cowering against the wall by the door. "Well, my good woman, what do you want?" I asked, bending towards her in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the face she held partly concealed from me.
"Are you Mr. Mandeville?" she inquired in a