With outstretched hands Mrs.Comstock pursued it.

She hurried one way and another, then ran over an object which tripped her and she fell.

She regained her feet in an instant, but she had lost sight of the moth.

With livid face she turned to the crouching man.
"You nasty, sneaking son of Satan!" she cried.

"Why are you hiding there?
You made me lose the one I wanted most of any I've had a chance at yet.