She dropped the knife on the floor, and I picked it up and have it.

See!" I looked furtively, and turned away again, shivering.

"Why," I muttered, "why did she do it ?" "She had failed you know to get her sister back to Pavannes' house, where she would have fallen an easy victim.

Bezers, who knew Madame d'O, prevented that.

Then that fiend slipped back with her knife; thinking that in the common butchery the crime would be overlooked, and never investigated, and that Mirepoix would be silent!" I said nothing.