dkerchief, a fancy cap of tissue and gilt,
and some streamers of confetti which fell to the carpet around his
feet.

"Now," he breathed in a half-strangled voice, "answer my questions.
Was she alone when she came in?"

"N-no."

"Who was with her?"

"A--a----"

"A man?"

The maid trembled violently and nodded.

"What man?"

"M-Monsieur le Comte, I have never before beheld him----"

"You lie!"

"I do not lie! I have never before seen him, Monsieur le----"

"Did you learn his name?"

"No----"

"Did you hear what they said?"

"They spoke in English----"

"What!" The man's puffy face went flabby white, and his big, badly
made frame seemed to sag for a moment. He laid a large fat hand flat
against the wall, as though to support and steady himself, and gazed
dully at the terrified maid.

And she, shivering in her night-robe and naked feet, stared back into
the pallid face, with its coarse, greyish moustache and little short
side-whiskers which vulgarized it completely--gazed in unfeigned
terror at the sagging, deadly, lead-coloured eyes.

"Is the man there--in there now--with her?" demanded the Comte d'Eblis
heavily.

"No, monsieur."

"Gone?"

"Oh, Monsieur le Comte, the young man stayed but a moment----"

"Where were they? In her bedroom?"

"In the salon. I--I served a pate--a glass of wine--and the young
gentleman was gone the next minute----"

A dull red discoloured the neck and features of the Count.

"That's enough," he said; and waddled past her along the corridor to
the furthest door; and wrenched it open with one powerful jerk.

In the still, golden gloom of the drawn curtains, now striped with
sunlight, a young girl suddenly sat up in bed.

"Alexandre!" she exclaimed in angry astonishment.

"You slut!" he said, already enraged again at the mere sight of her.
"Where did you go last night!"

"What are you doing in my bedroom?" she demanded, confused but flushed
with anger. "Leave it! Do you hear!--" She caught sight of the pistol
in his hand and stiffened.

He stepped nearer; her dark, dilated gaze remained fixed on the
pistol.

"Answer me," he said, the menacing roar rising in his voice. "Where
did you go last night when you left the house?"

"I--I went out--on the lawn."

"And then?"

"I had had enough of your party: I came back to Paris."

"And _then_?"

"I came here, of course."

"Who was with you?"

Then, for the first time, she began to comprehend. She swallow