I could not disentangle myself in a moment from the belief in which I had entered the house--that it was Louis de Pavannes' house.
But I seemed vaguely to suspect that Bezers had swept him aside and taken his place.

My first impulse therefore--obeyed on the instant--was to stride to the Vidame's side and grasp his arm.

"What have you done ?" I cried, my voice sounding hoarsely even in my own ears.

"What have you done with M.de Pavannes?
Answer me!" He showed just a little more of his sharp white teeth as he looked down at my face--a flushed and troubled face doubtless.

"Nothing--yet," he replied very mildly.