CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As this Saturday evening lengthened and her sister did not return to the room, auburn-haired Pamela Thornton grew more and more uneasy. When the taller n***o guard Dave, entered her room with' a tray of supper, she exclaimed, "Can you please tell me where my sister is? She went away around noontime and I haven't seen her since."
But the eunuch-guard had had his orders from Francis Saltiel, and he went out as silently as he had entered, locking the door behind him. Pamela hurried to the door, turned the knob, only to find that she was locked in. And now an unreasoning fear took hold of her. She knew at last that she was a prisoner here on the island, and she had a terrible presentiment that her sister had already experienced some misadventure.
She turned to the bay window
