When Lorand reached home Czipra was waiting for him at the door.
Raising her first finger, she whispered in his ear:
"That was the yellow-robed woman!"
Yet she had nothing yellow on her.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE FINGER-POST OF DEATH
Lorand threw himself exhausted into his arm-chair.
There was an end to every attempt at escape.
He had been recognized by the very woman who ought to detest him more bitterly than anyone in the world.