Alice B Emerson

Ruth Fielding at Lighthouse Point Alice B Emerson

Now she was set in a raised place and felt that before her was the company of masked and shrouded figures, in scarlet dominoes like those worn by the two guards who had brought her from the anteroom. The bandage was whisked from her eyes; but she could see nothing of her surroundings, nor of the company before which she stood. "Candidate!" spoke a hollow, mysterious voice somewhere in the gloom, yet sounding so close to her ear that she started.