feet on the pavement with a soft, sure tread that
suggested the strength of a young tiger.

The one feature that puzzled her was the size of
his hands and feet. They were remarkably small and
remarkable for their slender, graceful lines.

His eyes were another interesting feature. The
lids drooped with a careless Oriental languor, as
though he would shut out the glare of the full
daylight, and yet the pupils flashed with a cold steel-
blue fire. One look into his eyes and there could be
no doubt that the man behind them was an interesting
personality.

She wondered what his business could be. Not a
lawyer or doctor or teacher certainly. His timidity in
handling books was clear proof on that point. He was
well groomed. His clothes were made by a first-class
tailor.

Her heart thumped with a sudden fear. Perhaps he
was some sort of criminal. His questions may have been
a trick to lure her away. . . .

They had just crossed the broad plaza at Fifty-
ninth Street and entered the walkway that leads to the
Mall.

She stopped suddenly.