Then the ambulance came and we put you into it, and you were brought here.

For a long time you lay like my father after he was dead.
Your face was white--like snow.

They had stabbed you in the side--they would have killed you if I had not broken the door." "Who struck me ?" I asked.
"I knew," he said, his eyes flashing, "I knew the devil was in their heads--that is why I wished to go with you.

They followed us that night." "Who ?" I asked, eagerly.
"The Count de Montalle and another man." My cousin's answer amazed me.
"Have you made known your suspicions ?" I asked.
"No.

I have been waiting to talk with you first." "Do not speak of it yet to any one," I said.