Anders stood perfectly still for a moment. Underneath all the paint and make-up of his face, he was suddenly haggard.
'Is it worth it, Henri?' she faltered. 'Why not America at once, and safety? We could get a great engagement there.'
He stood biting his nails, agitated.
'There is this last affair to be carried through,' he reminded her. 'And the money—think of it! How can one live without money!'
'Our salaries,' she murmured.
'Pooh! What man with my tastes could live on any salary?'
'Is it worth while to trifle with life and death?' she asked him bluntly. 'It is a warning, this, Henri.'
The call-boy's voice was suddenly heard.
'Monsieur Anders! Monsieur Anders!'
The Frenchman turned mechanically towards the door.