For a second she was inclined to doubt her judgment. It could not be the lady—yet, yes, there was her profile. There could be no mistake; so, again she dashed along after her.
Although she maintained a pace that appeared to be a leisurely one, the Mystery Lady was hard enough to overtake. Turning to the right, she crossed two streets to at last come out upon the Boulevard. Swinging to the left, she joined the home-going throng.
Lucile, gaining moment by moment, was all but upon her when she turned quickly to enter a broad, open door.
“Now I have you!” Lucile murmured.
She passed through the broad door just in time to see the mysterious one push back a heavy curtain and disappear.
Lucile was about to follow, when a guard, touching her on the shoulder, demanded:
“Got a pass?”
“Why—why no,” Lucile stood there nonplussed.
“This is Opera Hall. You can’t go back of that curtain without a pass.”
“But—but that lady gave you no pass.”