CHAPTER II

A SORROW’S CROWN OF SORROW The journey was only a short one, and while it lasted, they scarcely spoke a word. Once, soon after they started, her hand, as though by accident, fell upon his arm. He made no effort to move it, but he did not take it into his. He sat there dallying with a strange sense of unreality, as the taxi rolled along Regent Street. Every now and then the interior of the vehicle was momentarily illuminated with a flash of light from a passing carriage or a street lamp, and at such times he stole s…