Alpha Book

"Now, Miss Grant," said Mollie, "where is your carriage?"
"At the corner of the avenue, miss. This way."
Two minutes brought them to the corner. There stood the hack.
Sarah made a motion for Miss Dane to precede her. Mollie stepped in; the
girl followed, closing the door securely after her, and the hack started
at a furious pace.
"How dark it is!" exclaimed Mollie, impatiently. "You should make your
driver light up, Miss Grant."
"There is sufficient light for our work," a voice answered.
Mollie recoiled with a slight shriek, for it was not the voice of Sarah
Grant.
A dark figure started out of the corner on the moment, her hands were
grasped, and a handkerchief swiftly and surely bound round her mouth. It
was no longer in her power to raise an alarm.
"Now bind her eyes, Sarah," said the voice. "I'll secure her hands.
My pretty bird, it's of no use struggling. You're safely and surely
snared."
Her eyes were bandaged, her hands bound, and Mollie sat utterly helpless
and bewildered--a prisoner.
She could neither see, nor move, nor speak.


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