Chapter 18 No.18

"The Woman . . . Whose Hands are as Bands"

If I looked as stricken as I felt-and I doubtless did-Barrett had ample reason for assuming that I had been suddenly taken sick.

"Why, Jimmie, old man!" he exclaimed in instant concern; and then he took the half-burned cigar from between my fingers and threw it away, at the same time sending the floo