I saw that what I had said had upset him, and that he was not at all clear as to how much or how little of the true facts I knew.
The connection between the little miniature cross of the Order of St.
Anne and that red and yellow ribbon in his button-hole struck me forcibly at that moment, and I said: "I have no desire to make any statements before a second person.

I came here to see you privately, and in private will I speak.

I have certain information that will, I feel confident, be of the utmost interest to you--concerning another woman, Armida Santini." His lips were pressed together, and I noticed how he started when I uttered the name of that woman whom I had found dead in Rannoch Wood, and whose body had so mysteriously disappeared.
"And what on earth can the woman concern me ?" he asked, with a brave attempt to remain cool, still speaking in French.
"Only that you knew her," was my brief reply.

Then, with my eyes still fixed upon his, I asked: "Will you not now request this gentleman to retire ?" He hesitated a moment, and then with a wave of his hand dismissed the man he had summoned to his aid.

A moment later the "Strangler's" personal protector had disappeared through that secret door in the paneling by which he had entered.
"Well ?" asked the Baron, turning quickly to me again, his dark, evil eyes trying to fathom my intentions.
"Well ?" I asked.