She was no paler than usual--she showed, indeed, no signs of terror at all--but her eyes were bright with indignation.

One man was busy stripping the jewels from the women and throwing them into a bag.
In the far corner the little group of chauffeurs was being watched by two more men, also carrying firearms.

Lane looked down the line of faces.

Lady Hunterleys was there, and by her side Draconmeyer.
Hunterleys was a little apart from the others.

Freddy Montressor, who was leaning against the wall, chuckled as Lane came in.
"So they've got you, too, Dicky, have they ?" he remarked.