Next instant Roseye, in breathless fear, clutched at my arm, gasping: "Quick, Claude! For Heaven's sake let's get away!" "Why?" I asked, much surprised at the sudden terror she had evinced. "That woman!" cried my love, in a voice of alarm. "Did she see me--do you think she saw me?" she asked, her trembling hand still upon my arm. "How could she, through that veil?" I asked. "It was impossible." "Is my veil really thick enough to conceal my face entirely?" she asked eagerly. "Not absolutely to conceal it, but to render identification extremely difficult at such a distance," I replied. "But--tell me, why are you trembling like this, Roseye?" "Oh, drive on," she cried. "Drive quickly. Do! She saw you--she will know you from those photographs in the newspapers. I saw by her look that she recognised you. Don't glance round. Keep on, keep on! Go as fast as ever you can. Save me from her--oh! do save me, Claude!" she implored. I saw, with much apprehension, that her unaccountable mental agitation was returning. "But who is the woman?" I demanded eagerly. "She's a perfect stranger to me." "Ah! but not to me, Claude! That woman!" she gasped, as her gloved hands lying upon her knees clutched convulsively. "That woman is--she's the Woman with the Leopard's Eyes!" "That woman!" I ejaculated, amazed. "Was that really the woman?" "Yes. But--why is she about here? She means mischief, Claude. She means to do us both harm!" "And the man?" I asked, bending to her without glancing into her face, for I was driving at increased pace in obedience to her command. "Who is he?" "I couldn't see his face--only hers--the fiend!" "Shall we turn back and watch their movements?" I suggested. "No, no! A thousand times no!" she shrieked, apparently terrified at such a suggestion. "Don't go near her. Save me from her--won't you, Claude? If you love me, don't let her approach me. Will you?" "Trust in me, darling," I said reassuringly, yet greatly puzzled at the unexpected encounter, and in fear also that sudden sight of the hated woman might bring on another nerve attack. She drew aside her veil and lifted her close-fitting little motor-hat from her brow, as though its weight oppressed her. Then I noticed how pale and terrified was her face. She had blanched to the very lips. "Don't trouble about the matter any more," I urged, yet I knew well that sight of the mysterious woman had recalled to her memory some evil and terrible recollection that she had been striving to put from her for ever. "But I do trouble about it, Claude," she said in a harsh, apprehensive voice. "I fear for you more than I fear for myself. She is your enemy, as well as mine. Against her we are, both of us, powerless." I pricked up my ears at her words. "What do you mean, Roseye?" I asked. "How can she be my enemy? I've never before set eyes upon the woman!" "Ah! you don't know, dear--so you can't understand," was my love's impatient reply.