You have no knowledge of it, you tell me; yet you come to me with it in your pocket--the necklace stolen from Raoul du Laurier, days ago, in Amsterdam or on the way there." "You're certain it's the same ?" "Certain as that you are you, and I am I.And I'm not out of my mind yet--though I soon shall be, unless you somehow save me from this horror." "I'm going to try," I said.

"Don't give up hope.

I wish, though, that you hadn't to act to-night." "So do I.But there's no way out of it.

And I must go now to the theatre, or I shall be late: my make-up's a heavy one, and takes a long time.

I can't afford to have any talk about me and my affairs to-night, whatever comes afterwards.