There was no answer save the sound of some one moving inside.
Again, the artist knocked vigorously.
The door opened, and a woman stood on the threshold.
Standing a little to one side, the men saw her features clearly, in the
light from the room. It was the woman with the disfigured face.
Conrad Lagrange was first to command himself. "I beg your pardon, madam.
We live in the house next door. We thought we heard a cry of distress. May
we offer our assistance in any way? Is there anything we can do?"
"Thank you, sir, you are very kind,"--returned the woman, in a low
voice,--"but it is nothing. There is nothing you can do."
And the voice of Sibyl Andres, who stood farther back in the room, where
the artist from his position could not see her, added, "It was good of you
to come, Mr. Lagrange; but it is really nothing. We are so sorry you were
disturbed."
"Not at all," returned the men, as the woman of the disfigured face drew
back from the door. "Good night."
"Good night," came from within the house, and the door was shut.
Chapter XI
Go Look In Your Mirror, You Fool
As the Taine automobile left Aaron King and his friend, that afternoon,
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