"For convenience's sake, we will say that the girl is an opium-eater, and that is why you are keeping her under such strict surveillance."
The man muttered some strange, unintelligible remark.
"I suppose the cabman will help me in with the girl?" he said, harshly.
"Of course," replied Nannie Rogers, impatiently.
The girl's figure was so light that "the doctor," as he termed himself, found little difficulty in bringing her into the house without aid.
Nannie Rogers stood in the hall-way, and followed him into the reception room, where he laid the girl down upon a rude couch. She watched him as he threw back her long dark veil, and cried out in wonder at the marvelous beauty of the still white face—the face so like chiseled marble.
"How young and how very lovely!" he remarked; and as he spoke, he unfolded the long dark cloak that enveloped her.
A sharp exclamation broke from his lips, and he turned around suddenly.
"Nannie Rogers!" he said.