She sank down upon
the seat.
"Down, please!" she said, and the lift began to descend. Her safety was
assured. She turned to the boy. "Does Mr. Vine generally come up this
way to his rooms?" she asked.
"Always at night, miss," the boy answered. "The other lift don't run
after eleven."
She reached the hall. The commissionaire opened the doors and she
passed out into the street. She crossed the road, and stood perfectly
still watching the entrance. Five, ten minutes passed; then a man came
out in evening dress, with silk hat, and a white handkerchief around his
neck. He was smoking a cigarette, and he carried a silver-headed cane.
Virginia crossed the road once more, and, trusting to the crowd, kept
within a few yards of him. He turned to the edge of the curb and
called a hansom.
"Claridge's Hotel!" he said. "As quick as you can, cabby!"
She gave a little start. Not only had she recognized the voice of the
man who had sat behind her in the cafe that afternoon, but she also knew
at once that this was one of the three men who had sat opposite her only
an hour or so ago at dinner!
CHAPTER IX
INGRATITUDE
Norris Vine stood in the middle of his room, his hat still upon his
head, and his overcoat on his arm.
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