She stood a moment so, then, shuddering, covered her eyes with both hands.

The Tracer of Lost Persons looked at her, turned and opened the door.
"Captain Harren!" he called quietly.

Harren, pacing the anteroom, turned and came forward.

As he entered the door he caught sight of the girl crouching by the window, her face hidden in her hands, and at the same moment she dropped her hands and looked straight at him.
"_You!_" she gasped.
The Tracer of Lost Persons stepped out, closing the door.

For a moment he stood there, tall, gaunt, gray, staring vacantly into space.
"She _was_ beautiful--when she looked at him," he muttered.
For another minute he stood there, hesitating, glancing backward at the closed door.