As he turned on the squealing stool, they saw his face white and strangely wrought.

"I had meant," he said, with painful precision, "to say nothing to-night, and act as--I cannot.
Judge you, what I feel." He got uncertainly to his feet, hesitating.
"Ladies, you will not be alarmed." The four players caught his eye, and nodded.

"It is well that you know.

There is no danger here, more than--I am since disinfected.

Monsieur Jolivet, my compatriot--You see, you understand.