O Douglas

Taken By The Hand O Douglas

Two ladies stood on the doorstep of 14 Park Place, Glasgow. They had not been asked into the house-had not, indeed, expected to be; they were there merely to enquire. First they had parleyed with a maid, then a nurse passing through the hall had been brought to speak to them, and now, satisfied that they had heard all they could hear, they were withdrawing. They were both a little more than middle-aged, stout, comfortable-looking women, obviously well-to-do, with Persian-lamb coats, expensive handbags, and hats of the type known as "matrons" set high on their heads.