“Enter—you are saved.”
Morton obeyed, and Eugenie replaced the curtain.
CHAPTER XIII.
GUIOMAR.
“Speak! What are you?”
RUTILIO.
“Gracious woman, hear me. I am a stranger:
And in that I answer all your demands.”
Custom of the Country.
Eugenie replaced the curtain. And scarcely had she done so ere the steps in the outer room entered the chamber where she stood. Her servant was accompanied by two officers of the police.
“Pardon, madame,” said one of the latter; “but we are in pursuit of a criminal. We think he must have entered this house through a window above while your servant was in the street. Permit us to search?”
“Without doubt,” answered Eugenie, seating herself. “If he has entered, look in the other apartments. I have not quitted this room.”
“You are right. Accept our apologies.”
And the officers turned back to examine every corner where the fugitive was not. For in that, the scouts of Justice resembled their mistress: when does man’s justice look to the right place?