I descended to the fifth floor and knocked at the door of her room.

As I stood there waiting I was absolutely certain that somehow or other a change had occurred in the situation, that the freeness of my intercourse with Felicia was about to be interfered with.

I was not in the least surprised when the door was at last cautiously opened, and a woman who was a perfect stranger to me stood on the threshold, with the handle of the door still in her hand.
"I should like to see Miss Delora," I said.

"My name is Captain Rotherby." The woman shook her head.

She was apparently French, and of the middle-class.