CHAPTER XX.
THE GENEVA ROAD The car had nearly reached Annecy before Celia woke to consciousness.
And even then she was dazed.

She was only aware that she was in the motor-car and travelling at a great speed.

She lay back, drinking in the fresh air.

Then she moved, and with the movement came to her recollection and the sense of pain.

Her arms and wrists were still bound behind her, and the cords hurt her like hot wires.