He saw no one within, but firm in the belief that the chauffeur must have his orders, he entered blindly, the door closing instantly behind him.

The curtains were drawn, the interior gloomy and indistinct, and the driver had resumed his seat, and started the motor, before West realized that he was not alone.

In one corner of the wide back seat, drawn back from any possible observation from without, sat a woman.
At first glance he could only barely distinguish the outlines of her figure, dimly discernable against the dark background of the upholstery, but, as his eyes accustomed themselves to the faint light, her features also became dimly visible--enough so, at least, to convince him that she was young.

Neither spoke for some moments, while the automobile gathered speed, and West had an uncomfortable feeling that the lady was watching him with great intentness.

Slightly embarrassed, and uncertain as to his best course of action, the young man remained silent, his eyes on the burly back of the chauffeur, revealed through the front glass.