She twisted in her chair to hide her face from him, fairly cornered at last, brain a-whirl devising a hundred maneuvers, each more helpless than the last, to cheat and divert him for the time, until ... until.... The consciousness of his presence near her, of the sheer strength and might of will-power of the man, bore upon her heavily; she was like a child in his hands, helpless.... She turned with a hushed gasp to find that he had risen and come close to her chair; his face was not a foot from hers, his eyes dangerous; in another moment he would have his strong arms about her. She shrank away, terrified. "No, no!" she begged. "Well, and why not? Well?"--tensely. "How do I know?... This afternoon I outwitted you, robbed and sold you for--for what you call a scruple. How can I know that you are not paying me back in my own coin?" "Oh, but little woman!" he laughed tenderly, coming nearer. "It is because you did that, because you could hold those scruples and make a fool of me for their sake, that I want you. Don't think I'm capable of playing with you--it takes a woman to do that. Don't you know,"--he bent nearer and his breath was warm upon her cheek,--"don't you know that you're too rare and fine and precious for a man to risk losing?... Come now!" "Not yet." She started to her feet and away. "Wait.... There's a cab!" The street without was echoing with the clattering drum of galloping hoofs. "At this hour!" she cried, aghast. "Could it be--" "No fear. Besides--there, it's stopped." "In front of this house!" "No, three doors up the street, at least. That's something you must learn, and I can teach you to judge distance by sound in the darkness--" "But I tell you," she insisted, retreating before him, "it's a risk.... There, did you hear that?" "That" was the dulled crash of the front door. Anisty stepped to the table on the instant and plunged the room in darkness. "Steady!" he told her evenly. "Steady. It can't be--but take no chances. Go to the trunk-closet and get that window open. If it's Maitland,"--grimly--"well, I'll follow." "What do you mean? What are you going to do?" "Leave that to me ... I've never been caught yet." Cold fear gripped her heart as, in a flash of intuition, she divined his intention. "Quick!" he bade her savagely. "Don't you want--" "I can't see," she invented. "Where's the door? I can't see...." "Here." Through the darkness his fingers found hers. "Come," he said. "Ah!" Her hand closed over his wrist, and in a thought she had flung herself before him and caught the other. In the movement her hand brushed against something that he was holding; and it was cold and smooth and hard. "Ah! no, no!" she implored. "Not that, not that!"