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you know what I mean! I mean that from two o'clock in the morning until daylight Myrna Bliss was in your rooms, and--" "You devil from hell!" Jean shouted--and leaped at the other's throat. If the man struggled he did not realise it. The man was only an impotent, powerless thing in his grasp--and he flung him away, flung him crashing to the floor. "I will kill you for that!" he whispered. "To-night--you can find a friend downstairs to act for you--I another." Paul Valmain staggered to his feet. "I have waited all day for the same purpose!" The devil's laugh was on the grey lips again. "It is _a l'outrance_, Monsieur Valmain--you understand!"--Jean choked in his fury. "_A l'outrance_!" "As you shall see!" "And the studio--if it suits you! We shall not be disturbed. There is room there, and you will find it as pleasant a place as any in which to die!" "Where you will!" retorted Paul Valmain. "Where you will--so there is no delay!" -- V -- THE SECRET MODEL Marie-Louise glanced quickly up at the house. Yes; it was all dark! There was no light in Hector's apartments below; nor in the salon; nor in Jean's rooms above. She had scarcely dared to look, for fear that she had come too soon, that Hector perhaps was still up, that Jean perhaps might be with some of his friends in the salon. But it was all dark. She was quite breathless, for she had run nearly all the way from Madame Garneau's in her eagerness; but that did not matter at all now, for she was not to be disappointed, since, after all, she had not come too soon. It was much earlier than it had been last night, when she had come for the first time to be all alone there in the studio in the moonlight, where the hours had passed so swiftly and been all too short; but it had seemed that the day would never end, that night would never come again, and the evening had dragged so cruelly as she had sat by her window--and so when that church clock from somewhere in the distance had struck midnight she could wait no longer, for perhaps to-night Jean would have finished the face, and perhaps to-night it would not all be so vague and trouble her so because it seemed that in some strange way it was so familiar, though she could not tell why. She took the key from the pocket of her dress, and stole softly up the steps. How glad she was now that she had not waited any longer! She would have so much more time there in the _atelier_ with th
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