He looked at me intently for a moment and then answered:
“On your honor, are you still faithful?”
“What do you mean, monsieur?”
“Lumme has not betrayed us?”
“Lumme!” I exclaimed, in astonishment, and then suddenly remembered the warning paper. “Did you throw that paper into my bedroom?”
“An agent threw it for me. Did you obey the warning?”
“Again I must ask for an explanation. What has M. Lumme to do with it and what do you suspect me of?”
“M. Lumme is in the English Foreign Office,” said the Marquis, with emphasis.
