To-night she might go; but to-morrow——!
To-morrow she would be on his yacht, where she might scream to her heart's content without a soul coming to her rescue.
His laughter, fierce and fond, followed Pansy from the garden.
CHAPTER XVIII
The hotel patio was full of people just out from dinner. In the midst of a crowd of acquaintances Captain Cameron stood, laughing and talking with those around him.
All at once a voice at his elbow said tensely:
"Bob, I want to speak to you alone for a moment."
He turned quickly. Then he stood surveying the speaker with surprise, for the girl beside him looked very different from the Pansy he knew. There was an almost tortured air about her. Her face was set and white; there were deep, dark rings under eyes that were limpid pools of pain.
"Hello, old pal, what has happened?" he asked, with concern.