One long step brought him close to her.
“Who was he?” demanded Stewart.
“Don Carlos.”
He muttered low and deep, then said, “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. I saw his figure twice in the hall, then his face in the light. I could never mistake his eyes.”
“Did he know you saw him?”
“I am not positive, but I think so. Oh, he must have known! I was standing full in the light. I had entered the door, then purposely stepped out. His face showed from around a corner, and swiftly flashed out of sight.”
Madeline was tremblingly conscious that Stewart underwent a transformation. She saw as well as felt the leaping passion that changed him.
“Call your friends—get them in here!” he ordered, tersely, and wheeled toward the door.
“Stewart, wait!” she said.