A moment and he was at the door, had wrenched it open, and was peering within.
"What are you gaping there for, you fool ?" raved Brandon, his hand upon Doris, who was suddenly straining forward.

"It's all right, I tell you.
Go on." "I am going on," the chauffeur responded calmly through his mask.

"But I am not taking you any farther, Major Brandon.

So tumble out at once, you dirty, thieving hound!" The words, the tone, the attitude, flashed such a revelation upon Doris that she cried out in amazement, and then with a revulsion of feeling so great that it deprived her of all speech she threw herself forward and clung to the masked chauffeur in an agony of tears.
Brandon was staring at him with dropped jaw.
"Who the blazes are you ?" he said.
"You know me, I think," the chauffeur responded quietly.

He was pressing Doris back into her seat with absolute steadiness.