CHAPTER V.
THE ABDUCTION The hour was twenty minutes to ten on the evening described in our last chapter.
Winnifred Clair was seated, still fully dressed, at the window of the bedroom, looking out over the great city.
A light tap came at the door.
"If it's a fried egg," called Winnifred softly, "I do not need it.

I ate yesterday." "No," said the voice of the Landlady.

"You are wanted below." "I!" exclaimed Winnifred, "below!" "You," said the Landlady, "below.

A party of gentlemen have called for you." "Gentlemen," exclaimed Winnifred, putting her hand to her brow in perplexity, "for me! at this late hour! Here! This evening! In this house ?" "Yes," repeated the Landlady, "six gentlemen.

They arrived in a closed coach.