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The car had nearly reached Annecy before Celia woke to

consciousness And even then she was dazed She was only aware

that she was in the reat speed She

lay back, drinking in the fresh air Then she moved, and with the

movement came to her recollection and the sense of pain Her arms

and wrists were still bound behind her, and the cords hurt her

like hot wires Her mouth, however, and her feet were free She

started forward, and Adele Rossignol spoke sternly from the seat

opposite

"Keep still I a the flask in my hand If you screa the vitriol in your

face," she said

Celia shrank back, shivering

"I won't! I won't!" she whispered piteously Her spirit was broken

by the horrors of the night's adventure She lay back and cried

quietly in the darkness of the carriage The car dashed through

Annecy It seeo

she had been dining with Mme Dauvray and the woman opposite, who

was now her jailer Mme Dauvray lay dead in the little salon, and

she herself--she dared not think what lay in front of her She was

to be persuaded--that was the word--to tell what she did not know

Meanwhile her nah Aix as the murderess

of the woman who had saved her Then suddenly the car stopped

There were lights outside Celia heard voices A

to Wethermill She started and saw Adele Tace's arm flash upwards