"I won't look," I stammered, almost choking.
"Someone, I can't see who, is letting him in. The gate's shut behind
him."
"Let us go now," I begged.
"No, no, not yet!" cried Lisa. "I must know what happens next. We are in
the midst of it, indeed."
I hardly cared what she did, now. Ivor had come to see Maxine de Renzie,
and nothing else mattered very much. I had no strength to insist that we
should go.
"I wonder what the man in the shadow would do if he saw us?" Lisa said.
Then she leaned out, on the side away from the hiding man, and softly
told our chauffeur to go very slowly along the street. This he did, but
the man did not move.
"Stop before that house behind the wall with the creepers," directed
Lisa, but I would not allow that.
"No, he shall not stop there!" I exclaimed. "Lisa, I forbid it. You've
had your way in everything so far. I won't let you have it in this."
"Very well, we'll turn the corner into the next street, to please you,"
said Lisa; and she gave orders to the chauffeur again. "Now stop," she
cried, when we had gone half way down the street, out of sight and
hearing of anyone in the Rue d'Hollande.
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