“After the incident of the dressing-case her manner changed.  Either in my absence she had had time to look through it, or, when I was examining it for broken bottles, she had seen everything it held.

“From that moment she must have been certain that the cigar-case, in which she knew I carried the diamonds, was in the bag that was fastened to my body, and from that time on she probably was plotting how to get it from me.

“Her anxiety became most apparent.  She dropped the great-lady manner, and her charming condescension went with it.  She ceased talking, and, when I spoke, answered me irritably, or at random.  No doubt her mind was entirely occupied with her plan.  The end of our journey was drawing rapidly nearer, and her time for action was being cut down with the speed of the express-train.  Even I, unsuspicious as I was, noticed that something was very wrong with her.  I really believe that before we reached Marseilles if I had not, through my own stupidity, given her the chance she wanted, she might have stuck a knife in me and rolled me out on the rails.  But as it was, I only thought that the long journey had tired her.  I suggested that it was a very trying trip, and asked her if she would allow me to offer her some of my cognac.

“She thanked me and said, ‘No,’ and then suddenly her eyes lighted, and she exclaimed, ‘Yes, thank you, if you will be so kind.’

“My flask was in the hand-bag, and I placed it on my lap and, with my thumb, slipped back the catch.  As I keep my tickets and railroad-guide in the bag, I am so constantly opening it that I never bother to lock it, and the fact that it is strapped to me has always been sufficient protection.  But I can appreciate now what a satisfaction, and what a torment, too, it must have been to that woman when she saw that the bag opened without a key.

“While we were crossing the mountains I had felt rather chilly and had been wearing a light racing-coat.  But after the lamps were lighted the compartment became very hot and stuffy, and I found the coat uncomfortable.  So I stood up, and after first slipping the strap of the bag over my head, I placed the bag in the seat next me and pulled off the racing-coat.  I don’t blame myself for being careless; the bag was still within reach of my hand, and nothing would have happened if at that exact moment the train had not stopped at Arles.  It was the combination of my removing the bag and our entering the station at the same instant which gave the Princess Zichy the chance she wanted to rob me.

“I needn’t say that she was clever enough to take it.  The train ran into the station at full speed and came to a sudden stop.  I had just thrown my coat into the rack, and had reached out my hand for the bag.  In another instant I would have had the strap around my shoulder.  But at that moment the Princess threw open the door of the compartment and beckoned wildly at the people on the platform.  ‘Natalie!’ she called,