stole up here. I know the disposition of the apartments. I reckoned Madame's sister would think that I got tired of waiting and let myself out."
"And you have been amusing yourself watching the street ever since?"
"The time seemed long," she answered evasively. "An empty coupe came to the door about an hour ago and it's still waiting," she added, looking at me inquisitively.
"It seems strange."
"There are some dancing girls staying in the house," I said negligently. "Did you leave Madame alone?"
"There's the gardener and his wife in the house."
"Those people keep at the back. Is Madame alone? That's what I want to know."
"Monsieur forgets that I have been three hours away; but I assure Monsieur that here in this town it's perfectly safe for Madame to be alone."
"And wouldn't it be anywhere else? It's the first I hear of it."
"In Paris, in our apartments in the hotel, it's all right, too; but in the Pavilion, for instance, I wouldn't leave Madame by herself, not for half an hour."
"What is there in the Pavilion?" I asked.
"It's a sort of feeling I have," she murmured reluctantly . . . "Oh! There's that coupe going away."
She made a movement towards the window but checked herself. I hadn't moved. The rattle of wheels on the cobble-stones died out almost at once.
"Will Monsieur write an answer?" Rose suggested after a short silence.
"Hardly worth while," I said. "I will be there very
