She lay back and cried quietly in the darkness of the carriage.

The car dashed through Annecy.

It seemed incredible to Celia that less than six hours ago she had been dining with Mme.

Dauvray and the woman opposite, who was now her jailer.

Mme.
Dauvray lay dead in the little salon, and she herself--she dared not think what lay in front of her.