I knew this address from the letter. I determined to
stay around all night, if necessary. She got in before I could get
to her, but I rang the bell and managed to get my foot in the door
a minute later. I heard the struggle. Where were you? I heard your
voice in here but you came through the front door."
Garrick did not take time to explain. He was too busy over Violet
Winslow.
A feeble moan and a flutter of the eyelids told that she was
coming out from the effects of the anaesthetic and the drug.
"Mortimer--Mortimer!" she moaned, half conscious. "Don't let them
take me. Oh where is--"
Warrington leaned over, as Garrick removed the cap of the
pulmotor, and gently raised her head on his arm.
"It's all right--Violet," he whispered, his face close to hers as
his warm breath fanned her now flushed and fevered cheek.
She opened her eyes and vaguely understood as the mist cleared
from her brain.
Instinctively she clung to him as he pressed his lips lightly on
her forehead, in a long passionate caress.
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