She put down her pen again, and pushing her chair away from the table, she rose with an impatient, nervy little sigh. Despite the warmth of this June afternoon she shivered, almost as if she felt cold.
Somewhere in the château a distant clock struck six.
CHAPTER XIX THE PARTING OF THE WAYS
I
Ten minutes later Matthieu once more knocked discreetly at the door of the library, and in response to Madame's call, he opened the door very softly and peeped in.
"Leroux has returned," he said, instinctively dropping his voice, even though he knew quite well that no eavesdroppers could be about.
"Where is he?" queried Madame.
"Just outside. Shall I show him in?"