"The Telegraph seems to have made a poor guess," said he. "Yonder is Mrs. Lorraine now."
"Where?" Burgoyne cried, starting around.
"In the Victoria—coming up the drive."
"God!" Burgoyne exclaimed. "What a daring thing to do! And she is alone, too."
Pendleton got up.
"I'm going to meet her—will you come along?" he asked.
"I will, indeed," said Burgoyne. "I like Stephanie—and I like her nerve."