A woman, slender, supple, graceful, attired in airy evening-dress, with a mask hiding the upper part of her face, stood beside the table. Without being invited, she sat down there.
CHAPTER XVII.
MADEMOISELLE NAMELESS.
Both lads were surprised, not to say startled. She saw this plainly, and laughed softly, fluttering a jeweled fan.
“You are Americans,” she said positively. “You are not accustomed to some things you find in Paris.”
“That is very true,” murmured Jack Diamond, a frown on his face.
Frank lay back in his chair and studied the woman. He saw she had a beautiful neck and chin, while there was something strangely fascinating about the eyes seen through the twin holes in the mask. They were coal-black, like her hair, and seemed forever in motion. When the woman’s lips parted, she showed two rows of pearly teeth.
“How do you think I know you are Americans?” she asked.
“Give it up,” said Diamond.
“I know—I read it in your face. I can read other things there. I read that you are friends—very great friends.”