e tried to take his eyes away from the vision but could not. Color seemed to splash and caress her body as though it alone gave her the power to exist. Then he knew what it was that made her look human. The light preserved her body during daylight hours, or she would have been forced to enter the body of a fox and mingle in the pit with her own kind.
A queen, Queen of the Flaming Diamond, doomed to lie dead until she could be restored to her normal life.
"What do we do now?" Puffy asked in a tense whisper.
"What I want to know first," Drake said wonderingly, "is who saved us from Lardner's mob?"
"Whoever it was," Adams offered, "he'll never escape them alive."
Soft footsteps came from behind them.
"But you are wrong!"
Drake pivoted, and faced the same man whom he had met in the apartment that night he lost the fur. The man who brought his last message from Sylvia Fanton.
"You see," the man went on quietly, "I am not your enemy. I asked you to stay out of this, but I could not desert you."
Drake's face was lighted in a relieved smile. His hand gripped the other's.