"You!"
Marson had sprung to his feet and was now looking angrily at the Frenchman, who, without moving his position, still smiled blandly.
"Even I, Jules Guinaud."
The other looked at him in a contemptuous fashion; then, without a word, walked across to the fireplace and put out his hand to touch the ivory knob of the electric bell.
"One moment, monsieur," said Judas, raising his voice slightly; "what do you intend to do?"
"Have you turned out of my house."
He pressed the knob, and remained standing by the fireplace in disdainful silence; but Judas, laughing softly, leaned back in his chair.
"Eh, truly? I think not. You won't do that when you hear what I've got to say."
The servant appeared at the door.
"When you see, monsieur, what I can show you."