CHAPTER III
THE GIRL IN GREY
Tom Murner closed the inner door mechanically from force of habit and leant against it. He began to wonder if he were dreaming. The girl sat still, immovable, but followed every movement of his with her eyes.
All of a sudden she said something but in so low a tone that he could not hear her words.
"What was it you said?" he asked hoarsely.
She continued staring at him with the same unnatural look in her eyes; but presently the bag slipped from her knees and he noticed that her hands were twitching convulsively. He was beside himself at the awkwardness of the situation and angrily inquired:
"How did you get here? Who are you?"
She rose from, her chair and said in a listless tone: "I had to hide, I want to get out of here."
She bent down to pick up her bag and burst into tears, then leaving the satchel on the floor, she made wildly for the door, but as Tom did not move she stopped short in front of him with bowed head, her whole form shaking.
"Let me go," she said. "Oh, God, let me get away from here!"