For a few moments she stood expectant. I could see that she had hurried, in fear of being too late.
Then, as she approached me, I discerned that she was the girl O’Hara.
And of her, Parham and his lurking accomplices were evidently in fear, as they separated and disappeared.
I watched her standing there and wondered why she had come. Was it in order to save Sybil from some plot that had been prepared for her?
Was it their intention to take her to that dark, mysterious house with the fatal stairs?
I felt convinced that it was. The truth was plain. There was a plot against Sybil. The cab had been in waiting there to convey the victim to her grave!