you, then?"

"Yes. If I disobeyed any single one of his commands, he would deliver me
over at once to the police for a serious affair--a crime, however, of
which I swear to you that I am innocent--the crime of murder!"

"He holds threats over you," I said, tossing away my cigarette.
"Describe the affair to me."

"It is the crime of the Rue de Royat, two years ago. You no doubt
recollect it," she faltered, after some hesitation. "A Russian lady,
named Levitsky, was found strangled in her flat and all her jewellery
taken."

"And Banfield charges you with the crime?"

"I admit that I was in the apartment when the crime was
committed--decoyed there for that purpose--but I am not the culprit."

"But surely you could prove the identity of the assassin?"

"I saw him for an instant. But I had no knowledge of who he was."

"Then why do you fear this American crook? Why not dissociate yourself
from him?"

"Because it would mean my betrayal and ruin. I have no means of
disproving this dastardly allegation. I am in his power."

"You love him, perhaps?" I remarked, my gaze full upon her.

"Love him!" she protested, with flashing eyes. "I hate him!" And she
went on to explain how she was held powerless in the hands of the
scoundrel.

"You have a lover, I understand, mademoiselle?" I remarked presently.

She was silent, but about the corners of her pretty mouth there played a
slight smile which told the truth.

"Why not cut yourself adrift from this life of yours?" I urged. "Let me
be your friend and assist you against this fellow Banfield."

"How could you assist me? He knows what you are, and would denounce you
instantly!"

What she said was certainly a very awkward truth. Banfield was one of
the cleverest scoundrels in Europe, an unscrupulous man who, by reason
of certain sharp deals, had become possessed of very considerable
wealth, his criminal methods being always most carefully concealed. The
police knew him to be a swindler, but there was never sufficient
evidence to convict.

To obtain Suzette's services I would, I saw, be compelled to propitiate
him.

Alone there, beneath the softly murmuring trees, I stretched forth my
hand across the table and took her neatly gloved fingers in mine,
saying:

"Suzette, what I am you already know. I am a cosmopolitan, perhaps
unscrupulous, as a man occupied as I am must needs be. I am an
Englishman and, I hope, a patriot. Yet I trust I have always been
chivalrous t