She made no struggle of resistance; she lay quiet and still.

Once she writhed, but it was with the uneasiness of one in pain, and the moment she stirred the old woman's hand went out to a bright aluminium flask which stood on a little table at her side.
"Keep quiet, little one!" she ordered in a careless, chiding voice, and she rapped with the flask peremptorily upon the table.

Immediately, as though the tapping had some strange message of terror for the girl's ear, she stiffened her whole body and lay rigid.
"I am not ready for you yet, little fool," said the old woman, and she bent again to her work.
Ricardo's brain whirled.

Here was the girl whom they had come to arrest, who had sprung from the salon with so much activity of youth across the stretch of grass, who had run so quickly and lightly across the pavement into this very house, so that she should not be seen.

And now she was lying in her fine and delicate attire a captive, at the mercy of the very people who were her accomplices.
Suddenly a scream rang out in the garden--a shrill, loud scream, close beneath the windows.