"I care not! I defy him, and will yet show you that—"
"Hush! Hark! A cab has stopped outside!"
Cervera changed like a flash.
With the bound of a leopard, one of those lightning moves with which she could electrify an audience from the stage, she crossed the adjoining room, which was in darkness, and reached the front window.
One glance through the lace draperies was enough.
Nick Carter was just alighting from his carriage.
Cervera darted back and rejoined Venner.
"It is Carter—Nick Carter himself!" she fiercely whispered, with all the fire of her passionate Spanish nature ablaze in her eyes.
"Carter! Good God!"
"Be off, Rufe, and leave him to me!"