She looked up palely, wilted with disappointment. “'Come at once. I need you.' That's all.”

“Does she give no address?”

“She wouldn't risk it. I know where to find her.”

“Then we'll start—”

“But what about—?”

He did not hear her. The blood was hammering in his temples. He left her forgotten, seated among her roses. The music of a wild exultation was maddening his heart.


CHAPTER THE SEVENTH—THE CAPTURE

I