"Tell him to drive away from here," she whispered, "to drive
anywhere, but away from here."
"Drive straight on," Tavernake directed, "along Fleet Street and
up Holborn. I will give you the address later on."
The man changed his speed and their pace increased. Tavernake
sat quite still, dumfounded by these amazing happenings. The
girl by his side was clutching his arm, sobbing a little
hysterically, holding him all the time as though in terror.
CHAPTER IV
BREAKFAST WITH BEATRICE
The girl, awakened, perhaps, by the passing of some heavy cart
along the street below, or by the touch of the sunbeam which lay
across her pillow, first opened her eyes and then, after a
preliminary stare around, sat up in bed. The events of the
previous night slowly shaped themselves in her mind. She
remembered everything up to the commencement of that drive in the
taxicab. Sometime after that she must have fainted. And now
-- what had become of her? Where was she?
She looked around her in ever-increasing surprise. Certainly it
was the strangest room she had ever been in. The floor was dusty
and innocent of any carpet; the window was bare and uncurtained.
The walls were unpapered but covered here and there with strange-
looking plans, one of them taking up nearly the whole side of the
room--a very rough piece of work with little dabs of blue paint
here and there, and shadings and diagrams which were absolutely
unintelligible.
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