CHAPTER III

FOR A MOMENT their eyes met. In hers was no sign of recognition, only a look of horror and fear. “You are Mary Dane!” Dick’s voice was harsh and strained. He hardly recognized it. Still she did not move. Her hand was closed about the grip of the automatic. He took one step toward her, and at that moment all the lights went out; an arm was flung round his neck and he was jerked backward. Somebody had come noiselessly into the kitchen behind him. Taken by surprise, he could offer no resistance. He lost his balance, c…