She wondered why she was surprised, and suddenly realized that it
was because of the expression in his eyes, for it was an
expression of cold anger. Then the intruder spoke.
"Who are you?" he demanded, speaking with an accent which was
unfamiliar to her, but in a voice which was not unlike the voice
of Lou Chada. "Who brought you here?"
This was so wholly unexpected that for a moment she found herself
unable to reply, but finally:
"How dare you!" she cried, her native courage reasserting itself.
"I have been drugged and brought to this place. You shall pay
for it. How dare you!"
"Ah!" The long, dark eyes regarded her unmovingly. "But who are
you?"
"I am Lady Rourke. Open the door. You shall bitterly regret
this outrage."
"You are Lady Rourke?" the man repeated. "Before you speak of
regrets, answer the question which I have asked: Who brought you
here?"
"Lou Chada."
"Ah!" There was no alteration of pose, no change of expression,
but slightly the intonation had varied.
"I don't know who you are, but I demand to be released from this
place instantly."
The man standing before the curtained door slightly inclined his
head.
"You shall be released," he replied, "but not instantly.
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