Nick had placed no confidence whatever in her stated wish to reveal her life history to him, but he had thought that she might say or do something to betray herself, or to give him the cue he needed in following out his plans. So he had accepted her proposal that he should go with her.
She left her chair and crossed the door toward him. He arose as she did so and stood facing her.
He knew her to be a dangerous woman; he believed her to be a treacherous one; he had no doubt that just now she was a desperate one.
To what ends she might dare to venture in this interview with him he had no idea, but he was thoroughly on his guard. That she would dare to attempt violence of any sort was farthest from his thoughts, for they had gone there together with the full knowledge of the chief of police—and that they had been trailed from the office of the chief Nick did not for a moment doubt.
But he did expect that she would try her feminine wiles upon him.
He knew that to be her most effective weapon. He had heard enough to understand that she did not hesitate to make use of it when occasion demanded.
There are women in the world who have been gifted wondrously, and she was the personification of them all.
The word beautiful does not describe her. She was alluring. She drew men to her as a charged magnet draws particles of steel. Once amenable to her influence, they were apparently as powerless to resist her as those same bits of steel are helpless under that attraction.
She halted directly in front of him.