She broke off abruptly, starting up from the pillow, only to sink back again, too weak to rise. A frightened look in her eyes, however, told that she was beginning to remember.
“Where am I? Where is his lordship?” she cried, with lips quivering. “Why am I here? Who are you?”
“Hush!” Nolan cautioned. “Don’t get excited, madam. It might not be good for you. Wait until you can recall all that happened to you. Then I’ll see what can be done for——”
“Oh, oh, I remember—I remember it now!” cried Lady Waldmere, rising to her elbow. “I was seized and carried away by wicked men—and a woman! Tell me where I am. Tell me why I was brought here, and——”
“You calm yourself,” Nolan interrupted, with some authority. “Keep cool and tell me the whole business. Do you know the men who brought you here?”
“No, no; I do not,” moaned the woman.
“Or the woman who was with them?”
“No, nor the woman. She was veiled.”
“How did they get away with you?”
“With the help of their chauffeur,” Lady Waldmere brokenly explained. “He enticed me to the taxicab he was driving. I was told that a friend wished to see me. I did not know—did not suspect. I went with him to the taxicab door, leaving my husband waiting on the avenue.”