If my remorse is bitter, it is because through him I have a gleam of light which helps me to understand." "And you have told him what you have told me ?" "No, but I shall to-night when all this is over, when I go back to Harrel." Mario Escobar moved closer to her.
"Are you so sure that you are going back to Harrel to-night ?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes," she replied, and only after she had spoken did the menace of his voice force itself into her mind as something which she must take into account.

She looked up at him startled, and as she looked her wonderment turned into stark fear.

The cry that in his country men killed had left her unmoved.

But she was afraid now, desperately afraid, all the more afraid because she thought of the man searching for her through the reception-rooms at Harrel.
"We are alone here in an empty quarter of the house.

So you arranged it," he continued.