“Sister!” he cried.
Marcelle halted, smiled, and advanced towards him.
“Sister,” said he, “this is Mr. James Burden. You ought to know each other. You both knew my father.”
Baltazar turned. And for a few speechless seconds he and Marcelle stared into each other’s eyes.
CHAPTER XIII
GODFREY half rose from his chair, more than puzzled by the mutual recognition.
“You said you didn’t know Mr. Burden,” he cried.
But neither heeded him. Baltazar made a stride forward and with one hand gripped Marcelle by the arm and with the other motioned in his imperious way to the open door. Still looking at him in wonderment, she allowed him to lead her quickly to the terrace at the head of the steps. Godfrey’s astonished gaze followed them till they disappeared. Outside, Baltazar released her.
“Marcelle! What in thunder are you doing here?”
She was too greatly overwhelmed to reply. She could only gasp a few broken and foolish words.