Her eyes, big and dark and staring, were still fixed on the window.
"That man!" she panted.

"His face was there--against the glass--like a devil's!" "Quade ?" "Yes." She caught at his arm as he sprang toward the door.
"Stop!" she cried.

"You mustn't go out----" For a moment he turned at the door.

He was as she had seen him in Quade's place, terribly cool, a strange, quiet smile on his lips.

His eyes were gray, smiling steel.
"Close the door after me and lock it until I return," he said.