He followed us up the street.

Twice I looked behind--and saw him.

I am afraid--afraid to let you go back there.

I believe he is somewhere out there now--waiting for you!" She was frightened, trembling; and her fear for him, the fear in her shining eyes, in her throbbing breath, in the clasp of her fingers, sent through John Aldous a joy that almost made him free her hands and crush her in his arms in the ecstasy of that wonderful moment.

Then Peggy Blackton and her husband appeared in the door.