Lanyard nodded to Mr. Murray, who amiably closed the door, keeping himself on the outside of it.

Eve de Montalais was eyeing him with an indulgent and amused glance.  As he turned to her, she shook her head slowly in mockery of reproof.

“That woman loves you, monsieur,” she stated quietly.

He succeeded admirably in looking as if the thought was strange to him.

“One is sure madame must be mistaken.”

“Ah, but I am not!” said Eve de Montalais.  “Who should know better the signs that tell of woman’s love for you, my dear?”

THE END