"Oh, as a woman always does speak to one of her own sex. With reservations, Mr. Ware. Still, I could tell you something likely to throw some light on the mystery."
"If you only would."
"It would not lead you to her hiding-place."
"What if I knew it already, mademoiselle?"
She stood before him, her hands clenched, her breathing coming and going in quick, short gasps. "You can't know that."
"But you do," he said suddenly.
"I may, or I may not," she replied quickly; "and if you know, why not seek her out?"
"I intend to try."
"To try! Then you are not sure where she is?" said Olga eagerly.
"Before I answer that, mademoiselle, I must know if you are my friend or Anne's—enemy," and he looked at her straightly.