In the meantime, Lucy stood, breathing heavily, and gazing about her
nervously. When at last they had left the yacht, he heard her sigh
with relief.

They sat in silence until she had stepped upon the landing. Then she
said, "Get me a cab, Allan."

He led her to the street and hailed a vehicle. When they were
seated, Lucy sank back with a gasp. "Please don't ask me to talk,
Allan," she said. And she made not another sound during the long
drive to the hotel.

* * *

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he said, after he had seen her
safely to her apartment.

"No," she answered. "I am all right. Wait for me."

She retired to her dressing-room, and when she came back, all traces
of her excitement had been removed. Then she seated herself in a
chair opposite Montague and gazed at him.

"Allan," she began, "I have been trying to think. What can I do to
that man?"

"I am sure I don't know," he answered.

"Why, I can hardly believe that this is New York," she gasped. "I