It seems she knows Miss Dane's antecedents, and Miss Dane doesn't.
Mollie went at once, as the Reverend Raymond Rashleigh did, and, like him, was blindfolded and bound, borne away to some unknown house, nobody knows where, waited on by the girl who carried the letter, and held a fast prisoner by a man in a black mask.

That man's face Mollie never saw, nor has she the least idea of whom it may be.

She is inclined to suspect you." "Me!" The doctor's stare of astonishment was a sight to behold.
"It is you, or Sardonyx, or Ingelow--one of you three, Mollie is certain.

The particular one she can't decide.

She dreads it may be either the lawyer or the doctor, and hopes, with all her heart, it may be the artist." Dr.Oleander's swarthy brows knit with a midnight scowl.
"She is in love with this puppy, Ingelow.