I do not know why you are here, or for whom." "At what hotel do you stop ?" "The little place of Jacques Bertillon, a square or so beyond the Place d'Armes." "In that case," said she, "believe me, it would be more discreet for you to remain unseen in Montreal.

No matter which flag is mine, I may say that much for a friend and comrade in the service." "But what else ?" She looked about her.

"Be my guest to-night!" she said suddenly.

"There is danger--" "For me ?" I laughed.

"At my hotel?
On the streets ?" "No, for me." "Where ?" "Here." "And of what, Madam ?" "Of a man; for the first time I am afraid, in spite of all." I looked at her straight.