Already their train was rolling into the great terminal.
Recklow was awaiting them. He took Tressa’s hands in his and gazed earnestly into her face.
“Have you come to show us how to conclude this murderous business?” he asked grimly.
“I shall try,” she said calmly. “Where have you cornered Sanang?”
“Could you and Victor come at once?”
“Yes.” She turned and looked at her husband, who had become quite pale.
Recklow saw the look they exchanged. There could be no misunderstanding what had happened to these two. Their tragedy had ended. They were united at last. He understood it instantly,—realised how terrible was this new and tragic situation for them both.
Yet, he knew also that the salvation of civilisation itself now depended upon this girl. She must face Sanang. There was nothing else possible.
“The streets are choked with snow,” he said, “but I have a coupé and two strong horses waiting.”