chairs and a couch covered with rich brocade.

The desk was a work of Boulle.

A small tapestry of the Gobelins made a ragged glow of color on the wall.

Frederic Fernand had recreated an atmosphere two hundred years old.
He seated them at once.

"And now, sir," he said sternly to Ronicky Doone, "you are aware that I could have placed you in the hands of the police for what you've done tonight ?" Ronicky Doone made no answer.