The visitor turned to take the hand I extended to him, and raised his eyes to mine.
The conventional greeting and assurance of pleasure at the meeting froze upon my lips.
We had met before—under circumstances that were, to say the least, both startling and strange.
In that instant I recognised how that the mystery had deepened a thousandfold.
Chapter Seventeen.
What Happened in the Night.
Whether the recognition had been mutual I was unable to decide.
If it had the newcomer made no sign, but extended his hand and greeted me, while I, striving to remain unconcerned, returned his welcome.