"She's here, Bel. She came straight to me, half-mad with anxiety on your
account. It seems she's grateful to you for kindness----"
"And you didn't throw her out?" Bel interrupted, staring.
"She made me understand.... And she was so bewildered, so terrified....
I couldn't blame her, Bel; and I couldn't have put her out in any
event."
"In there?" Bellamy nodded toward the bedchamber and, receiving a nod in
reply, strode quickly to the door and threw it open.
The room was a pocket of darkness and, when the lights had been turned
on, proved to be tenantless.
The nightly breeze from the hills was bellying the curtains at one of
the windows that opened on the street. Lucinda ran to it and leaned out.
No sign of the car that by her order had been left standing before the
side door, nearly an hour since....