“We shall know.” How her heart raced. Not one foot of that film had she seen thrown upon the screen. To-night she was to see it all—the picture she had made.
“I—I can’t wait!” She sprang to her feet.
At that instant floodlights flashed on. Instantly night was turned into day.
Involuntarily she glanced in the direction from which that disturbing sound had come.
It was only by exerting the utmost of will power that she avoided screaming. There, crouching with the three-bladed knife in his hand, not ten feet away, was the long-eared Chinaman.
“I must not scream! I will not!” She shut her lips tight.
She looked again. He was gone.
Scarcely believing her eyes, she stood staring at the spot.
“I must not say a word,” she whispered to herself. “This is to be the big night. There must be no scene! No hue and cry, no wild man-hunt! No! No! No!”
And there was none.