The strain seemed to have passed.

Her lips were parted in a wonderful smile, her feet moved to the music.
"Come and dance," she invited.
They moved a few steps away together, when Maggie came to an abrupt standstill.

The two stood for a moment as though transfixed, their eyes upon the arched entrance which led from the restaurant into the lounge.
A man was standing there, looking around, a strange, menacing figure, a man dressed in the garb of fashion but with the face of a savage, with eyes which burned in his head like twin dots of fire, with drawn, hollow cheeks and mouth a little open like a mad dog's.

As his eyes fell upon the group and he recognised them, a look of horrible satisfaction came into his face.

He began to approach quite deliberately.