She resisted Henderson at every step and glared around her with shrewd and shifting eyes.
Following her came Monsieur Rondel leading a boy and a girl, the latter being a small replica of the woman.

The boy was viciously struggling to bite the hand of the Belgian, who held him fast.
"Ah, well," said Rondel, first sighing and then turning with a smile to face the lieutenant, "we have performed our mission.

But heaven guard us from another like it!" Patsy stared hard at the woman.
"This cannot be Mrs.Denton," she gasped, bewildered.
"Indeed ?" answered Rondel in English.

"She declares that is her name.
Question her in French or Flemish, Miss Doyle." Patsy addressed the woman in French but could elicit no reply.

She stood impassive and silent.
"How did you make the mistake ?" asked the girl, looking reproachfully first at Henderson and then at Rondel, both of whom were evidently astonished to find themselves at fault.