The man with the woman returned the stare, and his lips curled with contempt. He was a dangerous-looking fellow, but no more dangerous than the woman. There was something about her that proclaimed her desperate and deadly.
Frank had a fine opportunity to study her face. It was not long before she saw him, and she actually smiled upon him! That smile angered him, but he held himself in check.
The woman spoke to her escort, and she was heard to say:
“There is the young American who caused so much disturbance, Monsieur Merriwell. I think there was too much fuss made over him.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” growled the man, looking Frank over.
Then he said something to her, as if he did not wish to be heard by anybody else, but she immediately gave him away by exclaiming:
“You are sure, Louis—you know the very paper that was in the ball has reached the courts?”
“Keep still!” he growled. “It’s not necessary to tell everybody of it!”
“Oh, what’s the use! The game is up, anyhow!”
“Yes; and you are advised to keep your mouth closed. You may be arrested with others.”