"I do not care—about the storm. I want you to go!" and now Joan retreated and unconsciously took her stand behind a chair.
A sudden, blinding flash, a deafening crash and—the lights went out!
In the terrifying blackness Joan felt Raymond's arms about her.
So frightened was she now that for an instant the human touch was a blessing. She relaxed, panting and trembling. In that moment she felt kisses upon her lips, her eyes, her throat!
She sprang away, dashing against the furniture and then, as suddenly as they had failed, the lights were blazing and in the revealment Joan faced the man across the room.
Her face was flaming, but his was as white as if death had marked it.
"You—coward!" she flung out.
The words stung and hurt.
Raymond did not move bodily, but his eyes seemed to be coming nearer the girl.
"If you do not go at once," Joan said, slowly, "I will call for help."