I won't even he indiscreet enough to ask questions, since you seem inclined to do what we've no need to do--keep your own secrets.

All I stipulate is, that if you care to take such measures you'll take them at once, for as you may possibly be aware, this is the first night of my new play, and I should be sorry to be late." The Commissary of Police looked fixedly at Maxine for a moment, as if he would read her soul.
"No, Mademoiselle," he said, "I am convinced that neither you nor Monsieur are concealing anything about your persons.

I will not trouble you further until we have searched the room." Maxine could not blanch, for already she was as white as she will be when she lies in her coffin.

But though her expression did not change, I saw that the pupils of her eyes dilated.

Actress that she is, she could control her muscles; but she could not control the beating of the blood in her brain.