ILLUSTRATIONS
| Her dark, wet eyes seemed touched with smouldering fire | [Frontispiece] | |
| “What I have seen,” Matravers said gravely, “I do not like” | Page | [15] |
| But nothing in her words or in his alluded to it | “ | [25] |
| Her companion, who was intent upon the wine list, noticed nothing | “ | [31] |
| “Friends,” she repeated, with a certain wistfulness in her tone | “ | [65] |
| At half-past four his servant brought in a small tea equipage | “ | [83] |
| With an old-fashioned courtesy ... he offered her his arm | “ | [105] |
| There seemed to him something almost unearthly about this woman with her soft grey gown and marble face | “ | [111] |
| Matravers was suddenly conscious of an odd sense of disturbance | “ | [135] |
| “I can do it,” she assured him. “I believe you doubt my ability, but you need not” | “ | [143] |
| “Do you know that man is driving me slowly mad?” | “ | [149] |
| Matravers found himself wondering at this new and very natural note of domesticity in her | “ | [169] |
| She did not answer him. But indeed there was no need | “ | [173] |
| “I am compelled to tell you, and these gentlemen, that your statement is a lie!” | “ | [191] |
| “You mean this!” he cried thickly. “Say it again—quick!” | “ | [211] |
| Berenice was lying in a crumpled heap on the low couch | “ | [233] |
| But there was no answer—there never could be any answer | “ | [259] |