I would have had the truth from him, whatever it cost me." Bellamy looked at her thoughtfully.

It was not for nothing that the Press of every European nation had called her the most beautiful woman in the world.

He frowned slightly at her last words, for he loved her.
"Von Behrling was not even allowed to cross the threshold," he said sharply.
She moved her head and looked up at him.

She was leaning a little forward now, her chin resting upon her hands.

Something about the lines of her long, supple body suggested to him the savage animal crouching for a spring.