CHAPTER XXXV
THE PROBLEM OF AN EMPTY HOUSE
THE discovery of my identity, combined no doubt with the fact that I had disarmed Marco, put an end to any thought of resistance, so I pulled him up and forced him against the wall, and kicked his bag and coat close to his feet.
“Now, Marco, tell me who is in that house and be quick about it.”
“Will you let me go if I do?”
“I’ll hand you to the police if you don’t. You went to the railway station to-night and took some tickets. I saw you and then followed you here. You went into the second house across the road. Now who are in there?”
“Barosa, Maral, Countess Inglesia and Mademoiselle Dominguez,” he said sullenly after a slight pause.
“Who else?”
“No one.”
“What have you come out for now?”
“If I tell you everything, will you let me go?”