Marion glanced at the speaker as she sank back upon her seat. The voice was almost familiar. She tried to think where she had heard it.
After that not a word was spoken until the carriage stopped. They had been riding for a long time and Marion was almost exhausted.
Some one opened the carriage door from the outside and let in a shaft of light from the side lamps.
The young girl caught one glimpse of a hideous face, and then drew back with a gasp of horror.
It was the Chinaman with the fearfully scarred face who stood by the step. In the glare of the lamp she had recognized him instantly.
“Get out!”
The words were spoken in the same muffled voice by the occupant of the carriage, and as Marion rose to her feet her companion deftly blindfolded her.
She could smell a sickening odor as the hideous Chinaman took her in his arms. It made her ill and faint almost in a second.
The poor girl realized that she was being carried into some sort of a house and almost instinctively she guessed that it was a laundry. Passing through a room that smelled strongly of suds, she could feel that she was being carried down some steps and through a long, narrow passage-way. At last a key clicked in a lock and a door was opened and then closed behind her. She had evidently arrived at the end of her journey.
In an instant the bands were entirely removed, and as she opened her eyes and looked about she almost cried aloud in astonishment.