I opened the door, and met the fugitive boldly face to face.
Next second I fell back as though I had received a blow. I stood aghast.
I could utter no word. The mystery had, I realized in that second, been increased a hundredfold.
CHAPTER NINE
FACE TO FACE
On opening the door of the taxi I stood amazed to find that the occupant was not a man—but a woman.
It was Sylvia!
She started at sight of me. Her countenance blanched to the lips as she drew back and sat erect, a cry of dismay escaping her lips.