Faustina's plea dismayed her accomplice and disgusted her captor.
"Madam," said the latter, "you had better hold your peace. Your words criminate yourself as well as Lord Vincent."
"How do they criminate myself? Oh, mon Dieu! what shall I do, since even my denials are made to tell against me!" she whimpered, wringing her hands.
"Faustina, be silent!" said the viscount sternly.
"My lord, we are ready to remove you," said McRae, advancing toward the viscount.
"Where do you intend to take us then?" demanded the viscount, with a blush of shame, though with a tone of defiance.
"To the police station house, for the night. In the morning you will be brought before the magistrate for examination."
"To your beast of a station house?" said the viscount.
The policeman bowed.
"Ah, mon Dieu! will he take us out into the snow to-night? I cannot go! I should freeze to death! I should perish in the storm! It would be murder!" cried Faustina, wringing her hands.