He was not surprised; intuition had told him he would meet
her again, perhaps here in hiding. A sudden quick tenderness lighted the
listless eyes. For an instant she stood staring, her face pallid against
the gloom of the hallway beyond, and she drew a long breath of relief,
as she pressed one hand to her breast. The blue-gray eyes were veiled by
drooping lids, then she recovered herself and they opened into his. In
them he saw anxiety, apprehension, fear even.
"Miss Thorne!" he greeted, and he bowed low over the white hand which
she impulsively thrust toward him.
"I--I knew some one was coming," she stammered in a half whisper. "I
didn't know it was you; I hadn't known definitely until this instant
that you were safe from the explosion. I am glad--glad, you understand;
glad that you were not--" She stopped and fought back her emotions, then
went on: "But you must not come in; you must go away at once. Your--your
life is in danger here."
"_How_ did you know I was coming?" inquired Mr. Grimm.
"From the moment Mr. Howard telephoned," she replied, still hastily,
still in the mysterious half whisper.
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