scorned--by a woman? He knew I wanted all my strength for to-night--the
night of the new play--and he will be hoping that this has broken me.
But I will not be broken. If you would atone, Messieurs, for your part
in this scene, you will go to the theatre this evening and encourage me
by your applause."

All three bowed. The Commissary of Police, lately so relentless,
murmured compliments. It was all very French, and after what had passed,
gave me the sensation that I was in a dream.




CHAPTER VI


IVOR HEARS THE STORY

They were gone. They had closed the door behind them. I looked at
Maxine, but she did not speak. With her finger to her lips she got up,
trembling still; and walking to the door, she opened it suddenly to look
out. Nobody was there.

"They may have gone into your bedroom to listen at that door," she
whispered.

I took the hint, and going quickly into the room adjoining, turned on
the light. Emptiness there: but I left the door open, and the
electricity switched on. They might change their minds, or be more
subtle than they wished to seem.