The Marquis, with exquisite politeness, opened the door for her.
"Promise to come and see me again, Mademoiselle; before long I shall probably have something further of interest to say to you."
When the door had closed upon Marie Pascal, the Marquis drew aside the portières.
"Come out, my dear fellow.... We shall be alone now!"
Wulf appeared. A Wulf literally armed to the teeth, and ready for any emergency.
"Put up your arsenal, we are in no danger," exclaimed the Marquis, "and tell me what you think of the visit."
"I think there is not a moment to lose," replied Wulf, agitated. "She loves the King and she hated Susy d'Orsel, therefore she is the assassin. She is the cause of all the troubles that have fallen upon the head of our beloved sovereign. Ah! I want to arrest her! Condemn her to death! Come, Marquis, let us go to her room and seize her!"
"Not yet a while, Wulf; sit down and talk it over. To begin with, we can arrest nobody without proof ... presumption is not sufficient."
"I'll force her to confess!"
"You wouldn't succeed, Wulf, and besides, you have no power to arrest her yourself. That is work for the French authorities. Your duty is simply to go and warn Juve."