Womanlike, she went back to her first question.
"What is she like ?" Paul hesitated.
"Tall, I suppose ?" suggested the stunted woman at his side.
"Yes." "And graceful ?" "Yes." "Has she--pretty hair ?" asked Catrina.
"I think so--yes." "You are not observant," said the girl in a singularly even and emotionless voice.

"Perhaps you never noticed." "Not particularly," answered Paul.
The girl raised her face.

There was a painful smile twisting her lips.
The moonlight fell upon her; the deep shadows beneath the eyes made her face wear a grin.

Some have seen such a grin on the face of a drowning man--a sight not to be forgotten.
"Where does she live ?" asked Catrina.

She was unaware of the thought of murder that was in her own heart.