“Them? Who?”
For a moment they stared into each other’s eyes. He inquiringly; she with fear and mingled horror.
“These—these visitors.” The words came almost in a whisper.
“Yes.”
“And what were they like?”
The girl spoke apprehensively.
Then Tresler told his story as he had told it to Joe Nelson. And Diane hung on every word he uttered, searching him through and through with her troubled eyes.
“What are you going to do about it?” she asked as he finished.
Tresler was struck with the peculiarity of the question. She expressed no surprise, no wonder. It seemed as though the matter was in nowise new to her. Her whole solicitude was in her anticipation of what he would do about it.