The masked unknown was there!
“Stop!” she cried, with upflung hand. “I do not fear your bullets. Shoot if you dare!”
The eyes that gleamed through the twin holes in her mask were like two stars. Her gesture was one of utter fearlessness.
Frank hesitated.
“It is Mademoiselle Mystere!” said Durant, with satisfaction. “She will tell us if either of these is the spy.”
“One of them is the spy,” declared the woman of the sable mask.
“It will not do for either to escape if one is disposed of,” said Vaugirad, in a cutting whisper that was heard in every part of the room.
Montparnasse’s long fingers were working, twining and wrapping themselves about each other, and there was a look of mingled hesitation and eagerness on his foxy face.
Only Bornier seemed uncertain and distressed.
“Not here!” he cried—“you shall not do the work here!”