"Oh, I beg your pardon," Stillman stammered. "I thought you were.... I see I am mistaken. Pray forgive me!"
A flash of white teeth answered Stillman's apology. The door of the elevator opened. The stranger entered.
Stillman turned away. Where had he seen that face before? Where?... Oh yes, the Serbian who had....
He felt cold.... The whole thing was absurd. Yet, she had seen some one who.... He lit a cigarette.... Suddenly he laughed a smothered, choking, unpleasant laugh.
He decided to go home.
Book II
CHAPTER I
"It ain't exactly what you would call a society job, Robson, but it will pay the milkman and the baker, and that's something."