Chayne caught them in his and was aware that in one shut palm she held something which she concealed.
Her clasp tightened upon it as his hands touched hers.

Sylvia had more reason for her fears than she had disclosed.

Barstow came no more.

There were no more cards, no more bets; and this change taken together with Garratt Skinner's increased friendship added to her apprehensions.

She dreaded some new plot more sinister, more terrible than that one of which she was aware.
"If only I knew," she cried.