Lucy remained quiet, for Veronica’s mental struggle was evident in her expression. She grew considerably alarmed, however, when Veronica suddenly collapsed against the pillows. The huge smile that her friend bestowed upon her quickly reassured her.

“You have remembered something?” Lucy asked, waiting tremulously for the answer.

“Yes, I have,” Veronica stated triumphantly. “It has all come back to me now. Mrs. Eden’s name was the key to unlocking my memories.” Her happiness faded quickly, however, as she wondered what fate had befallen her frightened hostess.

Quickly Veronica related to her dearest friend the details of her harrowing adventure the night before. Lucy appeared suitably awed and frightened in turn over the risks that the intrepid young detective had taken in order to help a terrified stranger.

Veronica threw back the covers and prepared to get out of bed. There wasn’t a moment to lose. She must go back to that spooky old mansion and discover the fate of poor Mrs. Eden.

Lucy easily divined Veronica’s intention, for she had known the courageous girl long enough to be aware that Veronica relished a challenge. Common sense, however, dictated that she remind her chum of the lateness of the hour. “It is nearly midnight now, my dear, and you cannot rush forth from here at such an hour. You must wait until morning.”

“I suppose you are right,” Veronica responded reluctantly. “Still, I must get up.” She moved away from the bed, and her steps, though tentative at first, rapidly became more assured. She walked around her large, airy bedroom while Lucy watched her anxiously.

“Now that I have my memory back, I feel ever so much better,” Veronica declared. “Also hungry. Let’s go down to the kitchen and see what Cook might have set aside.”

“Now, dearest, you know that Fontaine will scold if you do such a thing,” Lucy admonished her friend. “Besides, he instructed me to ring for him should you want anything when you awakened. I shall do that now.”

“Oh, very well,” Veronica said with an impish smile. “I suppose it wouldn’t do to upset Fontaine tonight, for he will be cross with me for days afterward.”

Haviland Fontaine, formerly of the British Army, served as Mrs. Buff-Orpington’s butler and secretary. Though fond of his mistress’s young ward, he often deplored her tendency to find adventures. He was also firmly of the opinion that Miss Veronica should remain above stairs and leave the lower regions to the servants as befit a properly reared young lady.

He appeared quickly in response to Lucy’s ringing of the bell in Veronica’s room. His stoic countenance revealed little emotion as he beheld his young mistress seemingly recovered from having been drugged and abandoned beside the highway. Lucy told Veronica later that she would have sworn the butler’s lips twitched into a brief smile, but Veronica scoffed at the notion.