CHAPTER XV

At the Roadhouse § I “I am not thinking of myself,” said the woman passionately. “My danger is great enough, but yours is greater. Please do as I ask.” Dawn was not far off, but the night was at its blackest. In that bleak hotel apartment the speaker stood, back to the shaded window, her attitude almost defiant. Slenderly beautiful in a scanty dance frock partly concealed by the fur wrap which she wore, she presented an irresistibly appealing figure to the man who faced her. But he…