“I am going to deprive you of Monsieur Stickmann. We are going to the National Library.”
“You will return for luncheon?”
“Perhaps ... no, I think not ... but don’t be uneasy.”
Then she said to Sholmes, in a firm voice:
“I am at your service, monsieur.”
“Absolutely?”
“Quite so.”
“I warn you that if you attempt to escape, I shall call the police and have you arrested. Do not forget that the blonde Lady is on parole.”
“I give you my word of honor that I shall not attempt to escape.”
“I believe you. Now, let us go.”