Yerkes led the way again impulsively as any knight-errant rescuing beleaguered dames, but I looked back and saw that the Syrian woman had locked the outer door.

Before I could tell Will that, he was in the next room, so I followed, and, like him, stood rather bewildered.
Lady Saffren Waldon sat facing us, rather triumphant, in no apparent trouble, not alone.

There were four very well-dressed Arabs standing to one side.

She sat in a basket chair by a door that pretty obviously led into her bedroom; and kept one foot on a pillow, although I suspected there was not much the matter with it.
"We heard screams.

Thought you were being murdered!" said Yerkes, out of breath.
"Oh, indeed, no! Nothing of the kind! I fell and twisted my ankle--very painful, but not serious.