Listen, Jean--she told me back there that it was not wrong for me to love her, and when I lay bound and gagged in the snow she came to me and--and kissed me.

I don't understand--" Croisset interrupted him.
"Did she do that, M'seur ?" "I swear it." "Then you are fortunate," smiled Jean softly, "for I will stake my hope in the blessed hereafter that she has never done that to another man, M'seur.

But it will never happen again." "I believe that it will--unless you kill me." "And I shall not hesitate to kill you if I think that it is likely to happen again.

There are others who would kill you--knowing that it has happened but once.

But you must stop this talk, M'seur.