I knew him in a second, although he wore a white silk scarf around his neck, concealing the lower part of his face, and a silk hat pushed down almost over his eyes.

I saw his little nervous glance up and down the street, I saw him push past the _commissionnaire_ as though in a hurry to gain the semi-obscurity of the car.

I stopped short upon the pavement, motionless for one brief and fatal moment.

Then I turned back and hastened to the side of the car.

I knocked at the window.
"Delora," I said, "I must speak to you." The car had begun to move.