CHAPTER XIII
G ODFREY half rose from his chair, more than puzzled by the mutual recognition.
“You said you didn’t know Mr. Burden,” he cried.
But neither heeded him. Baltazar made a stride forward and with one hand gripped Marcelle by the arm and with the other motioned in his imperious way to the open door. Still looking at him in wonderment, she allowed him to lead her quickly to the terrace at the head of the steps. Godfrey’s astonished gaze followed them till they disappeared. Outside, Baltazar released her.
“Marcelle! What in thunder are you doing here?”
She was too greatly overwhelmed to reply. She could only gasp a few broken and foolish words.
“You? John Baltazar? Alive?”
“Never been less dead. But you! You of all people. My God! although I lost you, I could never lose your
