"Are you going to wait?"
"Not here," she said, pointing to a door masked by curtains at the end of the room; "I am going into the next room."
"To listen?"
"No! I am going upstairs to put on my dress, and will then come down and hear what Monsieur Guinaud has to say."
"He wants the interview to be a private one."
"Do you?"
Marson did not answer, but sat nervously plucking at his chin.
"You are dealing with a dangerous man," she said in a whisper, not knowing how near Judas might be to the door; "he needs a woman to deal with him. Hush! there is Guinaud! I'll go upstairs this way and be back shortly. Not a word."
She went rapidly towards the masked door, and had just time to let the tapestry drop behind her, when Judas entered, preceded by the servant.
"Monsieur Guinaud!"