Her beautiful eyes were open to their widest extent, and there was an air about her that spoke of an impending tragedy.
"Pharos is coming," she said again, this time very slowly and deliberately. "It is too late for us to escape. He is driving down the street."
There was a long pause, during which I felt as if I were being slowly turned to stone.
"He has entered the hotel."
There was another pause.
"He is here." And as she spoke the handle of the door was turned.
As the person, whoever he might be, entered, Valerie uttered a little cry and fell senseless into my arms. I held her tightly and then wheeled round to see who the intruder might be.
It was Pharos!