"HANDSOME DAN"
ceded it. A revolver had been cocked, somewhere there in the blank darkness.
Maitland knew enough not to move. In another respect the warning came too late; his fingers had found the switch at last, and automatically had turned it.
The glare was blinding, momentarily; but the flash and report for which Maitland waited did not come. When his eyes had adjusted themselves to the suddenly altered conditions, he saw, directly before him and some six feet distant, a woman's slight figure, dark cloaked, resolute upon its two feet, head framed in veiling, features effectually disguised in a motor mask whose round, staring goggles shone blankly in the warm white light.
On her part, she seemed to recognize him instantaneously. On his. … It may as well be admitted that Maitland's wits were gone wool-gathering, temporarily at least: a state of mind not unpardonable when it is taken into consideration that he was called upon to grapple with and simultaneously to assimilate three momentous facts. For the
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