I have paid a thousand francs for lies--I will pay ten thousand francs for truth! Ten thousand francs for the present whereabouts of Mademoiselle Phyllis Poynton!" Mademoiselle Flossie looked up at him quickly.

Then she glanced furtively at Madame, and the flash of Madame's eyes was like lightning upon blue steel.

Duncombe moved towards the door.
"I will pay the bill downstairs," he said.

"Good night! Think over what I have said.

Ten thousand francs!" Monsieur Louis stood up and bowed stiffly.