She fell back with a cry of dismay.
"Diable! Spies!"
Remond had recoiled on the instant with a fierce oath hissed in his beard—only an instant; then he dashed forward in mad pursuit, only to be tripped by an outstretched foot that flung him face downward on the hard pavement.
Scrambling up in hot haste, with the blood gushing from his nostrils, he found his way barred by Eliot Van Zandt.
"Back, villain! Your prey has escaped you!" the young man cried, sternly.
A black and bitter oath escaped Remond, and his trembling hand sought his belt.
He hissed savagely:
"Accursed spy! Your life shall answer for this!"
Then the long keen blade of a deadly knife flashed in the moonlight. Simultaneously there was the flash and report of a pistol. Both men fell at once to the ground, and at the same moment there was a swish and rustle of silvery silk, as beautiful Mme. Lorraine retreated from her threshold, slamming and locking her door upon the sight of the bloodshed of which she had been the cause.