"Five minutes, sir!"
"Good! I'll be back in a quarter of an hour and I am to be found there or on the road."
He strode out to the powerful motor-car that was always in waiting for him.
CHAPTER XXI
A BIT FROM THE MOVIES
Without any regard to melodrama, when Henriette looked out of the window after von Eichborn had rung the bell and saw him on the steps she was frightened. The look in his eyes as he left her had been burning in her recollection—the kind of look a woman never forgets. His smile as he bowed to her now was characteristic of his good opinion of himself.
"Having an idle moment I came to call," he said.
"Oh, thank you!" she answered wildly.
He waited for her to come to the door, but she stood still, pressing her fingers to her temples in blank quandary. Possibly a sense of self-accusation heightened her distraction. She had been polite to him; she had rather opened the way to this visit. How was she to escape? She looked around at her wits' end and saw that Helen was in the room.