In one place it was stained with red.
At last Steinmetz threw him huddled into one corner of the room.

The chattering face, the wild eyes that looked up at him, were terrible to see.
"When you have promised to keep the secret you may go," said Steinmetz.
"You must swear it." De Chauxville's lips moved, but no sound came from them.

Steinmetz poured some water into a tumbler and gave it to him.
"It had to come to this," he said, "sooner or later.

Paul would have killed you; that is the only difference.

Do you swear by God in heaven above you that you will keep the princess's secret ?" "I swear it," answered De Chauxville hoarsely.
Steinmetz was holding on to the back of a high chair with both hands, breathing heavily.