I have fancied--that he hired detectives to spy upon me; and my instinct as well as common sense told me that he would let no chance slip to separate me from the man I love.

He would work mischief between us--or he would try to ruin Raoul, or crush me--anything to keep us apart.

When I saw the Commissary of Police I was hardly surprised, and though I didn't know what pretext had brought him, I said to myself 'That is the work of--'" "Perhaps better not mention the name, Mademoiselle." "I didn't mean to.

I leave that to your--imagination.

'This is the work of the man whose love is more cruel than hate,' I thought.