Yet, as he stared at her, realizing the tremendous passion of will, of spirit, of something more than emanated from her, divining how in her case intellect and culture had been added to the eternal feminine of her nature, he knew she spoke the truth. Adam had met women on the desert, and all of them were riddles. Yet what a vast range between Margarita Arallanes and Magdalene Virey!
“Won’t your husband leave—take you away from here?” asked Adam, slowly.
“No.”
“Well—I have a way of forcing men to see things. I suppose I——”
“Useless! We have traveled three thousand miles to get to Death Valley. Years ago Elliot Virey read about this awful place. He was always interested. He learned that it was the most arid, ghastly, desolate, and terrible place of death in all the world.... Then, when h
