Then Prescott had a reason for coming here other than the desire to smoke.
What could it be?
Darrell had eyes, and he was able to form conclusions very speedily.
He knew that the presence of the dark-veiled woman in the bunk adjoining that taken by the artist, was what had drawn him.
Circumstances pointed to this fact—their heads were close together, one resting upon the right, the other upon the left side.
The detective’s thoughts were busy.
He remembered the note.
Could this veiled creature be the party signing that missive?
According to the conclusions he had already drawn this could not be so, for he had made up his mind that the writer must be Lillian, and only waited to prove this fact.
Who then was the veiled lady?