Mrs. Marlowe covered her face with her hands and began to sob, but Marion’s eyes were burning—she had done with weeping.
Now was the time to act—to save her sister.
CHAPTER V.
A DARK DEED.
It was almost dark when a long, dust-covered train drew slowly under cover of the Grand Central Depot.
The rush and roar of the big city was at its height and the pushing, jostling crowd of travelers inside the station was noisy, rude and bristling with impatience.
As the long stream of passengers swept through the yawning archway, a young girl stepped aside from the throng and leaned in some bewilderment against the wall of the building.
No one noticed her at first except by a casual glance, for she was poorly dressed and just a bit awkward.
It was plainly evident that she was waiting for some one.
After several minutes had passed she suddenly removed her veil—a hideous green one which had distorted and disguised her features.