"We find the abductor."
A silence, during which one long breath issued from her lips.
"Was it a man's or woman's steps?" she finally asked.
"A woman's, daintily shod; a woman of about the size of—"
"Who? Why do you play with my anguish?"
"Because I hate to mention the name of a friend."
"Ah! What do you know of my friends?"
"Not much. I happened to meet one of them, and as she is a very fine woman with exquisitely shod feet, I naturally think of her."
"What do you mean?" Her hand was on my arm, her face close to mine. "Speak! speak! the name!"
"Mrs. Carew."