MUNSEY’S
MAGAZINE
SEPTEMBER, 1926
Vol. LXXXVIII NUMBER 4
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IN THIS STORY A TIGRESS MASQUERADES AS A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN—IN OTHER WORDS, AMY ROSS WAS PREDATORY AND CRUEL
By Elisabeth Sanxay Holding
JAMES ROSS was well content, that morning. He stood on the deck, one elbow on the rail, enjoying the wind and the cold rain that blew in his face, enjoying still more his feeling of complete isolation and freedom.
None of the other passengers shared his liking for this bleak November weather, and he had the windward side of the deck to himself. He was alone there; he was alone in the world—and he meant to remain alone.
Through the window of the saloon he could, if he liked, see the severe, eagle-nosed profile of Mrs. Barron, who was sitting in there, more majestic than ever in her shore-going outfit. She was a formidable lady, stern, resolute, and experienced; she had marked him down as soon as he had come on board at San Juan.
Yet he had escaped from her; he had got the better of her, and so skillfully that even to this moment she was not sure whether he had deliberately avoided her, or whether it was chance. Yes, even now, if the weather had permitted, she would have come out after him with her card.