His keen gray eyes were fixed upon her, but the revolver remained in his right hand.

From downstairs they could hear the music of violins, the rattle of glasses, the hum of voices and laughter.

Madame frowned slightly as she marked the young Englishman's alertness.

She was used to victims, and his imperturbability annoyed her.
"I trust," she said, "that you will remember, Monsieur, that I am breaking a pledged word.

If Monsieur the Director here knew that I was telling you of Mademoiselle Poynton there would be much trouble for all of us." Duncombe nodded.
"Go on," he said.
"Mademoiselle came here first about a month or perhaps six weeks ago," she said.