So, there was some mystery again?
Was this woman never to be dissociated from enigma?
In those days I never could think of her save in connection with some fatal incident in which she was scathless, and some one else suffered.
It may have been fancy, but I thought that, during the first day or two after leaving Aden, Galt Roscoe and Mrs.Falchion were very little together.

Then the impression grew that this was his doing, and again that she waited with confident patience for the time when he would seek her--because he could not help himself.

Often when other men were paying her devoted court I caught her eyes turned in his direction, and I thought I read in her smile a consciousness of power.

And it so was.
Very soon he was at her side.

But I also noticed that he began to look worn, that his conversation with me lagged.