She was not afraid.

Her passion returned.
"My soul!--yes!" she cried again, leaning heavily on the table, "I would give it if I could know, and it would be little enough!" Again that awful sound filled the room, and rose now almost to a wail and died away.
Unorna's brow flushed angrily.

In the direct line of her vision stood the head of the Malayan woman, its soft, embalmed eyes fixed on hers.
"If there are people hidden here," cried Unorna fiercely, "let them show themselves! let them face me! I say it again--I would give my immortal soul!" This time Unorna saw as well as heard.

The groan came, and the wail followed it and rose to a shriek that deafened her.

And she saw how the face of the Malayan woman changed; she saw it move in the bright lamp-light, she saw the mouth open.