Truly one would not be surprised at any cruel, dastardly action of a man with such a face--the face of an oppressor.
"Well ?" he snapped in French in a high-pitched voice.

"You want to see me concerning that mad English girl?
What picturesque lies do you intend to tell me concerning her ?" "I have no intention of telling any untruths concerning her," was my quick response, as I faced him unflinchingly.

"She has told me sufficient to--" "She has told you something! Ah! I guessed as much.

I expected this!" And I saw that his thin, crafty face went pale, while his eyes glanced evilly upon me.

He believed that she had revealed to me her secret.