CHAPTER XXV

There was a second of stunned silence before Trafford caught the girl’s hands. The flaming ardor of his eyes seemed to touch her hair, her lips, her throat. There was a newly possessive note in his voice as he commanded: “When you are ready Captain Phin will take you to Brick House, Julie. I must go to the mine. Wait in the living-room until I come. Promise.” “I promise.” He spread her slender fingers on his palm, looked down at them, then up at her. His expression set the pulses in her throat to beating furiously.…