“Not another word till I come back,” continued the girl to her parent, and with this she left the room.
Two minutes later her steps were heard at the door across the room and once more she stood before Nick.
In that short time she had gowned herself for the street, and, stepping to one side, she touched a button.
“We are going out,” said she, looking at the detective. “I have just ordered the carriage.”
The detective looked amazed.
Going out with that girl?
The turn of affairs actually amused him.
“I want you to accompany me to a certain place,” continued Opal Lamont. “We shall not be there long; but you must go with me.”
The detective consented, and in a few moments they entered the carriage which had come to the front door.
Opal had drawn a spotted veil over her face and had fallen back into the depths of the vehicle saying nothing, although addressed by the detective.