CHAPTER III.
FIRST BLOOD Mrs.Lascelles and I exchanged our bows.

For a dangerous woman there was a rather striking want of study in her attire.

Over the garment which I believe is called a "rain-coat," the night being chilly, she had put on her golf-cape as well, and the effect was a little heterogeneous.

It also argued qualities other than those for which I was naturally on the watch.

Of the lady's face I could see even less than of Bob's, for the hood of the cape was upturned into a cowl, and even in Switzerland the stars are only stars.