“Such effrontery!” exclaimed the Duchess, with another of her angry comments.
“I give you a last chance to tell the whole truth about yourself, before I send for the men and hand you over to them.”
“It’s very good of you, monsieur,” I answered flippantly; and then turning to Helga: “It occurs to me, mademoiselle, that while we are quarrelling here, we are wasting invaluable time.”
“Why don’t you speak?” she replied, breaking her long silence.
The Duchess Stephanie, not understanding what lay beneath the words, shrugged her shoulders and gave an audible sniff of contempt.
Boreski, on the other hand, crossed to the bell.
“We will have no more of this. I will have the men in.”
“Stay.” This from Helga, in an unmistakable tone of command.
The other two stared at her for an explanation.
“We cannot detain M. Denver. You are at liberty to leave the house, monsieur,” she said, turning to me.